One of my first blog entries was on the topic of shame tolerance. A fine topic, worth returning to from time to time:
My cousin (of the pink-flamingo fame) gave me a pipo for my birthday present. A pipo, if you are not familiar with this phenomenon, is a certain type of knitted or crocheted hat, which the youth of today mistakenly think cool (as championed by Finland's very own Ville Valo, of whom more later) but which people my age would not be seen dead in, at least not when we were young. It was one of those items of clothing your mum would force you to wear when the temperatures dropped to -20 C, which, incidentally, makes your ears fall off unless you cover them. We would remove our pipos the latest when we got to the front door. Anyway...
My cousin gave me a pipo. The attached card said it was for "ensuring the continuation of your everlasting teens". I wear it. It's gone really, really cold. In a matter of days, we have gone from a glorious Indian summer to balls-off-a-brass-monkey weather. I wear my pipo, but make no mistake. Some young people may think a pipo makes them look like rock stars. I know it makes me look like a bag lady. Shame tolerance is the word of the day, dear hearts. At least I get to keep my ears.
Tonight, I intend to lick & stick. This means putting our Winter's Tale flyers & publicity letters in envelopes, licking them shut & sticking stamps on them. (Yes, I am sneakily using my blog as a publicity forum, too.) After that, I intend to watch telly and knit. Licking, sticking, telly & knitting. Doesn't that illustrate my thoroughly rock'n'roll lifestyle?
(Oh, and about Ville Valo. If anyone out there thinks he's hot, or cute, or whatever - don't bother. I was introduced to him a few years ago at a memorial gig for a band whose (long since dead) singer used to be my teenyears boyfriend. Ville has a limp, damp handshake. Ew.)
Thursday, October 19, 2006
More shame tolerance, closely followed by lick et stick
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4 comments:
Ach, I should be doing my dishes after having my friends over, but I prefer to read blogs . . . Ville Valo is undeniably cute, but nothing worse than a limp, damp handshake, you have to wonder what else is limp and damp, sorry to be lewd on your new beta blog, my dear . . . we too have a kind of 'pipo' in Scotland, but we just call them wee woolly (sp?) hats, but 'pipo' is far cooler!
In less worthy hands, I may doubt the combo of pipo and Shakespeare. In your hands, Anna MR, it must surely rock! Your licked-and-stuck devotion to the cause is duly noted.
nmj, I hereby appoint you to introduce pipo, the correct term for this hideous headgear, into Scottish parlance. I can hear it now, pronounced in various Scots accents. It sounds wonderful. Also, lewd is not only allowed but really a rather welcome comment-spicer-upper...
kanikoski - thank you kindly *blows a kiss, takes a bow with flourish*
BellĂsimo ville valo y fantástico artista
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