12 November 2006

14 "But you know what? Even if he got blown up and horribly deformed or had a brain injury, I would still be with him I think..."


in the midst of a discussion about a kick-ass, dead sexy dress, meggie took a detour and spoke the above in reference to her current flame.

how danielle steele, i thought at first. but then i realized, my God! isn't that what we're all looking for?

someone who will stick around when we get blown up and horribly deformed or have a brain injury. and someone for whom we'll do the same.

i don't know why the poets haven't thought to put it that way. it's so much more compelling than my love is like a lark, it singeth in the dark...

14 comments:

Les Savy Ferd said...

when i'm blownt up and horribly deformed the first thing i'm looking for a shiny metal mask and some caped (pronounced Kay-Ped) do-gooder to try out my newfangled super powers on.

The above example illustrates what an important role Oline's True Love Trustee has. To make the recently blownt up forget about revenge, give up dark flights of fancy and realize that humanity won't shun them after all. That love is all that really matters. Then said blownt up lad or lass will use their powers for good (or for awesome) instead of evil. *sniff* think I have something *sniff* in my *sniffle* eye *blowing nose honking sound*.

oline said...

really, pirate, i can think of no better way to end a blogment than with "blowing nose honking sound." and my wuv, twoo wuv trustee? awesome. i hereby declare, all blownt up lads and lasses will use their powers only for awesome.

Meggie said...

Ok, one I love you for putting in the picture of my One True Love (Chris O'Donnell).

And I hardly ever use my superpowers for good so why not on this guy?

oline said...

meggie darling, how could i write about your blownt up people loooooooove department philosophy without using a photograph of your One True Love, chris "blownt up" o'donnell? it was a no brainer.

Linda said...

I'd stay with my husband up to a tragic accident that would render him buck-toothed. Anything beyond that, he's on his own. Only fair, right?

oline said...

lindear. i was so not prepared for that.

the vieve- snoozing in the oline lap- lept a mile and a half in the air when the oline was convulsed by giggles. she landed claws extended, and nearly severed the oline legs from the rest of the oline.

i don't know where amputation by cat claws lands in the heirarchy of blownt up-brain injuries, but for the record, if i survived such a severing (if i didn't, clearly we would have a case of death by blogment), you and ever would be expected to move to chicago, entertain me and the vieve (we would obviously reconcile after a brief round of the blame game) and be the founding members of the Oline Honorary Theatrical Acting Guild for the Entertainment of the Blownt-Up and Criminally Clawed (OHTAGFTEOTBU&CC). just so's you know.

Linda said...

am already on cafepress.com to design the OHTAGFTEOTBU&CC t-shirts and coffee mugs.

oline said...

we're in business. that'll look so sexy with ever's corderoy running shorts. can't you just hear it now?!

swish, swish, swish, swish, swish...

random person standing on the side of the street #1: WHAT is that noise?

random person standing on the side of the street #2: it's OHTAGFTEOTBU&CC! OHTAGFTEOTBU&CC are so hot right now. ever since their friend oline got the legs clawed off her and they finally went into business making those corderoy running shorts. because sometimes wind pants just aren't loud enough. and OHTAGFTEOTBU&CC knows that.

nick said...

the idea of corderoy running shorts is hilarifying. i must know more about this hilarious idea. and rest assured oline... if the vieve claws your legs off, we'll get through it somehow. but we'll probably need to find you a ground floor petite maison.

oline said...

the lindears' nomination as Oline's Favourite Couple of 2006 was really nailed down when mr. lindear proposed the corderoy running shorts. similar in style to tobias' never-nude cut-offs, only in corderoy and for sport. the shorts with a soundtrack.

Les Savy Ferd said...

the next step would be to engineer the corduroys to sing certain things as you walk. Maybe subtle changes in stride could alter the song. i dunno.

oline said...

that would obviously be your entreprenurial endeaver when the inevitable OHTAGFTEOTBU&CC falling out occurs and you break away to form your own slightly more innovative, slightly more tacky version of the corderoy running shorts. like friendship forever vs. buddy bands. (wow. i need to step away from the saved by the bell.)

and why o why the shift from doooglas back to les savy ferd? is doooglas your sensitive, sniffling True Self and savO the cut-throat pirate pose you hide behind?

Les Savy Ferd said...

It appears that when i am at work my account is rendered that much savvier. When i am at home my computer presents me as doug. Very odd. Perhaps at work I am merely a cog in a machine and thus have no christian name. At home I am given personhood and restored to, um, christendom. i'll stop now. I promise. You don't think i will, eh? That's it I'm out of here.


*cricket chirp*

Narrator voice, like the guy from movie trailers or the Dukes of Hazzard: "Well folks, it appears he done up and left us. But tune in next time to see those wiseacre antics and buffoonery we've all come to love. I know i will. g'night."

and on to your local blog programming.

Meggie said...

It just occured to me that it might be weird to some people that I'm talking about my "neighbor" getting blown up.