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05/25/02 - I’m going through one of those “cutsie” phases. I hate when that happens. I have so many thoughts and recent experiences that I want to put down, but everything seems to be coming out cute. Where’s the substance in cute? How can I change the world with cute? Most cute things are humerous though, and you can’t go wrong with humor. The other night at work I was going over the “priority” messages. I’m supposed to check all the held messages for spelling errors and clarity. Sometimes I can’t make heads or tails of a message, so much for clarity. And fixing spelling errors can take me four hours on a busy night. And also, it’s pretty dull work. However, on this particular night I came across something cute. There were these accounts at the end of the report that seemed a bit strange. Accounts for Sam Snooker’s Pool Hall, Drip Drop Plumbing, Dr.’s Cutalot & Botchit, Patty Le Pat, Fifi Le Few, etc. Then I remembered we had a new trainee at the office. These are practice accounts used with the training tape. Since I was amused, I went into the plumbing account and checked one of the messages. For: Mr. Pipes From: Mr. Floods Msg: Urgent, bring wrench to meeting. Cute, huh? Another cute thing on my mind ... Oxymorons. Just the word is kind of cute, don’t you think? I love what my dictionary says about these: A figure of speech by which a locution (huh?) produces an effect by seeming self-contradiction as in “cruel kindness” or “to make haste slowly.” Not long ago The Child was getting ready to play some kind of shoot em up game on the Playstation. He told me he was settling down to do some “peaceful demolition.” And an intriguing friend of mine sports a style that I have dubed (silently, until now) “casual chic.” Then there’s the title that My Guy has at his new permanent job ... Fashion Plumbing Specialist. Aren’t oxymorons cute? Oh, My Guy is cute too. He’s says it’s been a long time since anyone called him cute. Actually, it’s been a long time since I’ve found any man cute either, but I like it. I was able to catch a replay of VH-1’s Divas Las Vegas (how cute is that?). The show itself was rather hum drum, ran smoothly, not too exciting. The dictionary says Diva means: A distinguished female singer; prima donna. Prima donna: A first or principal female singer of an operatic company, diva. A high-strung, vain, temperamental person. Noteworthy, at least to me, was Cher doing a duet with Cyndi Lauper, Turn Back Time. That’s interesting, Cyndi had a hit with a time song too ... Time After Time. They were great together, but Cyndi was outstanding. Cyndi Lauper is cute, her looks, voice, style. Also noteworthy, but not quite as much so, was Stevie Nicks singing her famous Landslides, with ... the Dixie Chics? They were cute, though maybe not divas. Steve Nicks looked pretty cool but somewhat stunned, hopefully not drugged. The very cutest part of the show was the Elvis-ish (strange selection of songs) ending. It was totally cute when Cher came out dressed as a “young” Elvis. She had all the moves. It was very un-diva like in a very diva way. Leave it to Cher, only she could pull that off. Something not cute ... opposums! I saw one run across the parking lot at work the other night. It gave me the shudders. Usually about 3 a.m. I poke my head out the back door at work and I frequently see an owl (which I’ve named Mystic) fly by. Mystic doesn’t bother me at all, I find him rather mystical. I’ve been asked to go camping someday. I don’t do camping. It gives me the shudders, like opposums. I like the outdoors. But, I want to look out on the outdoors from my veranda. I once heard a group of prima donnas say the closest they wanted to get to camping was a condo in Hawaii. I’m with them. That may give me a Diva-like quality ... use your imagination. But, maybe I’m just trying to be “cute.” |