Yesterday Clyde nominated the triceratops controversy as the likely topic of today’s blog.
Until he mentioned it, I didn’t know there was a triceratops controversy.
It’s an interesting situation, though. How rare and wonderful, to be the focus of a campaign to preserve your name millions of years after your extinction. We should all be so lucky.
A couple of paleontologists at The Museum of the Rockies, John Scannella & Jack Horner (oh the awful rhymes he has endured), have concluded that the charming three horned dinosaur we all know as triceratops is actually a juvenile torosaurus. Originally it was thought that they were two distinct types of dinosaur since the skull shapes were so different, but now it seems that dinosaur skulls were quite changeable over time and evidence has been uncovered that plots the development of the wee triceratops into the mature torosaurus.
This sparked indignation from triceratops defenders who challenged the theory because they don’t want to part with the name or the image of their favorite three horned beastie, nor do they want to let go of the idea that it can grow into a fearsome adult with jaggedy skull frills and no fenestration. Extinction is bad enough once. To top that with never-existed-ness is a terrible insult. The stage was set for a Pluto-like debate.
But wait! There’s a game saver!
It turns out the name triceratops came into usage before torosaurus, so under the rules that govern the naming of things that are no longer alive on the planet, the earlier title trumps the latter. Rather than disappear, triceratops takes over torosaurus’s territory completely, so now it is the torosaurus that is no more, and the name triceratops that will live forever, or until an asteroid crashes into the earth and erases us completely along with everything we think we know.
Happy ending? Apparently nobody loves the name torosaurus enough to put up a fight to preserve it. So in this case, it appears timing and popularity have led to a situation where the baby has taken over the adult’s name and identity completely.
The child is truly the father of the man, much in the same way the grown adult named Ron Howard will always be known as “Opie”.
Have any of your childhood features (physical or otherwise) survived the transition to adulthood?
Trail Baboon 
watch out dale . we will all start checking in with clyde the night before to see what tomorrows blog will be.
i have maintained the gap tooth broken nose weak chinned look that has accompanied me for years. the gap tooth thing didn’t begin until second grade when the choppers came in with a great space for spitting water spouts through in the lake while floating on your back. the broken nose is a polish wrestler look that adds to the anything but pretty boy presentation i go through life with.
losing hair, having the skin on the back of your hand lose its elasticity (darn wayne dyer for teaching me that one) having it take 45 seconds to get up from sitting on the floor are all reminder that i am not who i used to be, but that face that rolls with the punchs and modifies itself to fit the role of tim for the next decade and the one after that is the reference point that i have in the morning to check in with. i don’t spit quite as much water as i used to but i do still have the ability and i can take some solace in that.
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“And Moses was an hundred and twenty years old when he died: his eye was not dim, nor his natural force abated.”
I’m pretty sure that refers to gap-tooth water spitting ability, no matter what the scholars say.
Carry on, tim.
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than never occurred to me. thanks
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I spit, therefore I am?
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me and descartes
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Never put, Rene, Descartes before Dehearse.
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ba dum bum
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got your computer back up and running?
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Nope. I lurk, therefore I am.
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shortens up the entries considerably
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So how the heck are you posting?
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Got me a laptop. But typing on an alien keyboard is slower than forming letters on rock with hammer and chisel.
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i have confidence in you
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Given the Descartes reference, I thought maybe you were just thinking the comments on.
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Good morning one and all! Had heard about the controversy surrounding the name of the triceratops. Quite glad that it can keep its original name – it is almost the only dinosaur that I can recognize straight away, and has been my way to save face in the company of small children who can identify vast numbers of extinct animals at the drop of a hat.
As far as a physical characteristic that has remained throughout my life, it is freckles. I have tried all the remedies suggested by older siblings: vinegar on the end of the nose; sandpaper; mud masques – failures all. In fact, the freckles are increasing in number as time goes by! Now they are appearing in places which have never yet seen the sun, nor ever will.
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nice to have consistancy in life eh? are you a redhead or and sandy blonde? i have a wife and a daughter who are freckled folk. it is a great attribute. sandpaper …. really?
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Tim – neither red nor blonde, but black hair in former days; pert’ near white now. (Turning grey young was the only fault my Irish/German my father would admit to.) Greetings to your fine freckled family.
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mine are german dutch with mykids getting my dash of irish indian polak throw in
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I love freckles; I married them. My wife’s back is a freckle, maybe two but no more than five. And my daughter has them across her face in the summer. Love it.
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Freckles are cool.
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For years, I was told I look like my dad (who is 6’4″ and overweight-not what your average 5’4″ 110# (then) girl wants to hear).
At a recent family gathering, the paternal aunts inform me I am starting to resemble my mother (I guess now that I am greying, the difference between her brunette and my strawberry blonde is not as much of a factor). It did give me the resolve to smile more.
As for naming the adult after the child, I am widely known to many as the mother of my son. I’m pretty sure I am not the only one in that situation.
Nice to know this ended well (I had never heard of the torosaurus, and at one time, dinosaurs ruled at this house). After the Pluto debacle, we have never really forgiven “the scientific community” (we like Neil DeGrasse Tyson very much, he’s just wrong on this one-no offense, Neil).
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Tyson is a media star.
I thought Dale would do something on the Pluto-then-gravity-and-then-Tri-boy/girl diminuation. I tried writing a joke poem on it but the peom itself ended up a joke.
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I’m in the “never forgiven the scientific community” camp here. I even have “RIP Pluto t-shirt!” I did read Tyson’s book on the demise of Pluto, but didn’t change my mind. If there are rock planets and gaseous planets, why can’t there be icy ball planets? There will always be 9 planets as far as I’m concerned.
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Clyde, I tried writing a poem on it also but it is not easy to rhyme with “Triceratops”.
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Turbo-props
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“Even in the most mature skulls, there is evidence that they were undergoing dramatic changes”
according to the museum of the rockies.
i feel that way too. i keep hoping that maturity has benefits in addition to counter the downsides that make it hard to get up some mornings.
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i am so enjoying the wittiness this morning – carry on Tim, et al. indeed. thanks.
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I still have bad astigmatism. I also have the long scar on my shin from when I was 5 when I cut my leg on a large piece of broken window glass that I ran into since I couldn’t see it because no one knew my vision was so bad and I didn’t have glasses yet. My looks change over the years so that I used to resemble my father, but now people say I look like my mother.
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i have a cousin who hd an apedecitus when he was a baby, the scar on the left sdie of his abdomen is 18 inches long. he said one day “why the heck did they have to leave such a big scar?” and i pointed out that the scat was likely 1-2 inches long when they did it but in first stretching it out to a 6’4″ frame and then drinking enough budweiser to add girth to the buddha like belly he now carries, the scar more closely resembles the badlands of north dakota than the tiny incision left by the well meaning surgeon in the 50’s who performed the procedure.
it had never occurred to him. i got a belly laugh as the realization sunk in that was worth it weight in gold.
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That reminds me of a friend of a friend who had gotten a tattoo of a red rose on one of her ample badoinkies. She was laughing about how a rose really was the best possible choice for her because even if she lived to 100 it would still be recognizable – it would just be a very “lo-o-o-ng stemmed” rose!
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I have a scar on my knee of a similar vintage – though mine involved playing with a broken mirror and not poor eyesight.
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I also crashed, running full speed, into the large glass doors of a bank when I was that age. I couldn’t discern the difference between a glass door and an open doorway. I didn’t break the door or hurt myself, but I still remember bouncing off that door and falling backward on the sidewalk. Thank goodness they screened our vision in Kindergarten. I had terrible headaches much of my early childhood from squinting.
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Renee, I sympathize. I was near-sighted and had astigmatism too. It wasn’t discovered until I was in 3rd grade and couldn’t see the blackboard. I didn’t crash into any glass doors or cut myself though. When I got my first pair of glasses, I was astounded at the clarity! I wouldn’t be able to walk down the hall without my glasses now. I’ve always been able to read without them and I still must take them off to read books or fill out forms.
I earned every one of my freckles.
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Krista — my friend Elinor was in grade school back before they screened for vision. She was a terrible student in class but good at homework. Finally in sixth grade a teacher asked her to approach the blackboard and not stop until she could see it clearly. She stopped just before her nose hit the blackboard! Elinor could never answer questions about what was on the blackboard and just figured other kids were smarter guessers than she was.
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That teacher was a good observer, Steve. I don’t know who to credit for discovering my near-sightedness – probably the teacher. I can see about 5 inches in front of my face without glasses. I learned to write with my left arm crooked around the paper and my nose almost touching the paper as I wrote. My bifocals are supposed to correct my focus problems now, but with such a mixed up prescription, it’s easier to just take the glasses off and read or fill out forms without them.
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Thanks for saying that, Krista.
My nearsighted-ness was also discovered by a teacher, who realized that I was suddenly getting math problems wrong because I had copied them incorrectly from the board (the math itself was fine, I just worked a different problem).
To this day, my reading vision is 20/20, but the eyes are slowing down moving from distance to reading (or sewing), so I just take off the glasses. I just can’t make myself pay extra for bifocals that would be half clear glass.
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The trait I have carried into adulthood and beyond: fatness. Or else I would not look like Santa Clause. I had put some back on–again–so I am on a campaign to lose 20 pounds or so by my son’s wedding. Fought fat my whole life, and willing lost the battle a few times. I was kind enough to pass it onto my kids. I think “Wetter” means pear-shaped in German and not “weather”. My son and daughter between them have lost 360-70 pounds in the last three years. Hope they can keep it off. My daughter is probably going to be in the Do-It commercials with the guy in the red sweater.
One grandchild story for you, only because it is so perfect: Jonah, just age 5, who does have a very large vocabulary, said to his mother two nights ago “You know, Mommy, I have a very large vocabulary . . wait . . . what’s a vocabulary?”
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Morning all–
Yep; you all are funnier than usual today. 😉
About the only thing I’ve carried over from my youth would be glasses– thankfully they’ve changed shape and I’m not wearing the same big plastic frames I got in 5th grade.
Hair is gone– or going anyway… I used to have ‘Big Hair’. The kind that would make every barber say ‘You have a lot of hair!’ and now, not so much… But I think I’m making up for it on chest and back hair… need to get that thinned out. (I know some of you think that’s gross– sorry about that; it’s who I am.)
And the baldness thing? No one else in my family is bald… not sure where I got that gene from. Rumor has it my Great Grandfather on Dad’s side was bald…
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ear hair and nose hair is where i made up the difference
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I’m shooting for the big scary eyebrows too…
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Ben, I may be the only mostly-bald guy who still has a cowlick from when he was 12 years old. Why didn’t that section fall out?
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Take off your cap and show us!
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Rise and Shine Babooners!
I have several features that have stayed with me: the crooked front tooth generated by sucking my thumb too long; my right knee sports the scars from an ill-fated bike ride on a gravel road with my cousin Mary Jane; my grandma’s Irish nose. Also my blonde hair has stayed around with the help of a bottle and hair stylist (Nobody stated that the trait had to stay of its own volition).
But the three horns on my forehead fell off many years ago. I have since added many pounds and my father’s crop of moles. DNA wins.
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Rise and Shine Babooners!
I just tried to post and my post disappeared, apparently with Steve’s keyboard. Anybody else ever have this happen?
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And now it appears with the second attempt. Weird.
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I have had that happen, too. I attribute it to the confusion of creeping old age.
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My computer’s advancing old age, not mine.
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That’s right. Blame me.
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steves computer is brand new
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Birthday boy requested ‘Fox Burgers’ for supper last night; one of our family favorites…
Don’t know why they’re called that. It’s what my Mom always called them.
We always make a double batch because we like them cold too.
This will make about 12 pieces–
This is all very random; no specific measurements on anything; just make to your taste:
Two cans Spam, chop them up as course or fine as you wish.
(I chop by hand and prefer roughly 1/4″ size chunks, my wife uses a food processor and makes a finer spread.)
Add about two tablespoons butter
Add some catchup– enough to make it moist
Add some shredded cheddar cheese
Add onion, chives, garlic, ect to taste
Sometimes I add Ranch Dressing or little Worcestershire Sauce
Spread on bread and broil just long enough to melt the cheese and toast the bread slightly.
I’ve tried them on foil on the grill too but it’s hard to not burn the bottoms….
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Thanks Ben.
This has been added to Kitchen Congress
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As long as there aren’t any real foxes in them.
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I’m trying to remember what fox tastes like. Probably a lot like house cat. Correct me, anyone who remembers.
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Important question, how many house cats have you eaten?
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Holy cow (pig?) Ben – I might just have to get some Spam and try this! (I suppose ham would work too?) You should make up a story about the name…
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Greetings! This whole dinosaur debacle is news to me — such a fuss over extinct animals! The traits I still carry from youth: long wavy hair, thick eyeglasses since 2nd grade, freckles have mostly faded (thankfully, I hated my freckles), re-discovered my athleticism in karate and enjoy solitude. One trait missing that was the bane of my existence in youth was my bad stutter. Taking voice and speech class in college along with just sheer will, I’ve mostly overcome my stutter. But I find I still think, speak and (sort of) write like a stutterer — using as few words as possible to get my point across. No one would describe me as a chatty person.
You may find it strange that I have a BA in Theatre — but in high school that’s where I felt at ease. In a play, I knew who I was, what I was going to say, what the other person was going to say, and so on. For me, that was comfortable — being onstage and having a chance to not have to be me — except when my fellow actors forgot their lines, in which case I whispered their lines to them. I never stuttered onstage. Of course, now it’s not that way — I’m much more comfortable in my skin. I’m sure our wonderful therapists will have a field day with this information — just be kind.
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I think that’s one of the attractions of theater. FOR THE MOST PART– it accepts people as they are. All kinds feel comfortable and, if we’re doing our job right, welcome and accepted.
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words to live by
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good you added the qualifier. I’ve mostly worked in theater, but never really been a “theatre person” possibly owing to the fact that I was a scientist who was mostly in it for the clothes.
I do recommend acting class to ANYONE. It helps when being your regular introvert self is not an option.
Congrats on overcoming that stutter, Joanne. I believe you have that in common with James Earl Jones, amongst others. Good company to be in.
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FYI: I turn it off when not at work. I need friends, too, and nobody wants to be therapized without permission!
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I agree. I like time off, too, and who wants to work all the time?
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Jacque — You can do that? I would assume that the habits of mind of a therapist would never shut off. I don’t mean you would do fulltime full-blown analyses of everyone you meet, but I’d expect if you ran into someone acting like a Histrionic Personality that you would notice and wonder.
After my divorce I have acquired a habit of analyzing every marriage I encounter, guessing about how it will end. I wish I could stop, but I can’t turn it off. I’m glad, for your sake, that you aren’t stuck in professional mode!
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Yup, you can choose not to go there and just be a person.
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My son had a stutter as a 4 year old, and he was able to get rid of it through physcial therapy. It was a developmental motor issue. I bet your physical activity helps you, too.
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I just ran into this. A friend has a son with a new girlfriend, a gorgeous girl who is so shy that it seems mean to even ask her a question and make her talk. This same pathologically shy girl is performing the female lead in Music Man, singing and acting so well that she owns the stage every moment she is on it. As long as she can be someone else, she can be seductive and self-confident. Weird how that works.
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There was a movie with Susan Sarandon and Chrstopher Walken titled “who am I this time” that dealt with this exact subjuct.
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Renee – I think I saw that movie and enjoyed it tremendously. Especially when Christopher Walken played Stanley to Susan’s Stella in “Streetcar Named Desire” in the course of the movie.
I remember in high school, I played Snoopy in “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown.” In my big number where I sing and dance a solo ode to Suppertime, I brought down the house when my family had come to see it. My sisters and brother were agog as they had NEVER seen me like that. There’s a certain freedom and permission to do stuff onstage that you wouldn’t normally do, so I really related to that movie.
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I remember that movie too – it was based on a story by Kurt Vonnegut Jr. I think it was a short, maybe only a half hour or so.
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Joanne, you and I have much in common. I never stuttered as a child but I do now. I always feel like I can’t articulate fast or well enough verbally and that I won’t be heard or worse, I’ll be misunderstood. Anxiety takes over and I begin to stutter. I was in the high school plays but nothing since. I sing and play mandolin in a small folk group now and have no trouble singing songs in front of an audience. I’m never really comfortable with it though.
I also love solitude. It goes along with that INFP personality, I think. All of that aside, I’m not athletic at all. I never have been. I’m an awful couch potato. I enjoy yoga, but my dog licks my face so much when I’m doing it that I just laugh. It’ impossible to get 1/2 hour of yoga in without falling apart laughing and getting totally licked!
You folks are all so funny. Thank you all so much for the wonderful humor!
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Wonderful image, thanks.
I’m thinking the laughter is every bit as good for you as the yoga.
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Krista – that’s very interesting, as what you describe closely describes my experience when I was stuttering — your brain is 2 sentences ahead of what you’re actually saying, so your articulation is slower than your thinking, which is frustrating. In my first years at Pillsbury, there was an insurance salesman of all things, who would call on the executives and he had the worst stutter I’ve heard. Nice, nice man and very successful. The first time I talked to him, after I got off phone, I broke down crying because it was like I could read his mind, knew his bad feelings when other kids mocked him and knew every trick he employed to absolutely try NOT to stutter — which just makes it worse.
I have my own personal theories about stuttering which are applicable to me, but I don’t know how they apply to others in general.
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It’s like being an English teacher–people think you are going to scrutinize their language usage.
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We’re all glad you’re a gooder person than that!
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Right, Clyde. And people get uptight about their spelling.
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Shouldn’t that be up tight, or maybe up-tight?
I love how the computer always swats my hand when I insist that it is theatre, instead of theater.
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Clyde, I probably missed something, but that does Clyde in Black not Blue refer to?
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Now I’m Clyde in Blue.
I have two computers in the office. On one because of high security issues I never log into my WordPress blog so my name stays in black letters. On the other one, which I am now on, I am logged in so now my name appears in blue as a link to my blog.
barb in blackhoof used to have her name in blue as a link to their cool blog of their pictures. Lately she has been in black.
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You’re a colorful character, Clyde, and that’s a damn fact.
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I managed to get my dad’s thin ankles and feet, and my mom’s thin hands and face, which has had the result that while the rest of me has gotten kinda fat, the only parts I can see are the thin parts, so I forget till I look in a full length mirror.
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The family nickname has stuck with me (Ria), but except for the scar on my knee, and my very pale skin (one could say blueberries and skim milk instead of peaches and cream), not much else. Hair got curly and changed colors (I had mostly straight hair as a kid). I still stick my tongue out of my mouth (off to the side, and just the tip) when I’m deep in concentration…that seems to be unconscious and has stuck with me from my first dance recitals to complicated projects as an adult.
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My daughter blames me and her father for any undesirable traits she believes she has, even if we don’t have those traits ourselves.
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I do still wear the same shoe size as when I was about 13-14 (6N), which means, as a costumer, I score all the donated vintage shoes no one else can wear!
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Lucky! I wish I had small feet. I love vintage shoes. None of them ever fit me though 😦
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Sweet – vintage clothes are awesome. In college, when I was tall and thin I bought several vintage dresses that I absolutely loved. The fabrics and styles are unmatched by modern styles.
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madislandgirl! A Costumer? We do need to talk! Send me an email: bkhain (at) aol.com
(Any others, feel free to email too!– I can talk of other stuff besides farming and theater…)
Would you be offended if I made the comment that 90% of the costumers I know are rather… uhm, odd? Not full blown wacko, but just… hmmm…. ‘different’??
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You try working in a basement most of the time and meeting new people for the first time when they are wearing nothing but their skivvies and a smile, and see if you don’t get a bit odd yourself.
I will never forget crossing paths with a guy I had done a fitting (Loincloth, mind you, and when you are pinning things onto a costume, you put your hand between them and the costume being pinned through-just visualize it) on the day before.
We conversed about whatever it was, he ended the conversation with: excuse me, but what was your name?
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I went through a medical procedure wauy beyond that with a female nurse and a young female nursing learning the process.
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OMG – I fear I missed my calling!!
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Oh dear – this was meant to go under madislandgirl’s post. (Would prefer loincloth fitting to rubber gloved probing, Clyde.)
Answer to today’s question – most prominent feature to follow me into adulthood from adolescence would be my maturity level. SURPRISE!!
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Not really, Donna.
We’re like doctors in terms of it all being impersonal and then there is the issue of confidentiality.
It does affect your personal life, though. Not many guys are going to ask you out if the first time you meet them you’re holding a very sharp scissors and a lot of pins, and they are, shall we say in a much more vulnerable situation.
The rest of the time, you’re in the basement with a lot of frustrated women and flamboyantly gay men.
I just don’t see this as your scene, Donna.
I do agree with you, Ben, a lot of costumers are on the odd side. I still costume a bit, but mostly gave it up for motherhood. Not to say that I am not still odd (I’m here, which is not exactly the mainstream-take it as the compliment intended, friends), but it was time for me to move on in life, before I got REALLY cranky.
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WQorse than that, Donna.
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Okay, I guess… but ya know what they say about the grass smelling like a bed of roses on the other side of the haystack.
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I am my father’s daughter in most things. I got his body shape (short and stout), his brain and his temper. My mom’s influence is more subtle. Her ability to play music was passed to me. My brothers take after my mom the most though. They’re both tall, skinny, and have long noses (mine’s small and round). None of us look alike at all though, which is strange. My older brother has blonde, curly hair. I have brown, straight hair and my younger brother has red, straight hair. I used to have really blonde hair, but it turned brown when I was still in elementary school. I wanted to keep that, haha. I have scars from bike riding, fighti-I mean playing with my brothers, you name it. I do have a gap between my two front teeth that I’ve had since my baby teeth fell out.
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Me too, Alanna, about the music, thanks for the reminder. My mom can play by ear, and so can I to a point… thought everyone could do that till I got to college…
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Am I blue
Am I blue
Ain’t these tears in my eyes tellin’ you
Am I blue
You would be too
If your plans with your man
Done fell through
There was a time
I was the only one
And now I’m the sad and lonely one, lonely, lonely
Was I gay, until today
Now he’s gone and we’re through
Am I blue
Oh, you know I’m blue
Oh, you make me, make me so blue
Ain’t these tears in my eyes tellin’ you
Oh, you makin’ me so blue
You know, you know, know you do
Now my plans with my man
They done fell through
There was a time
That I was his only one
And now I’m the sad and lonely one, lonely
Was I gay, until today
But now he’s gone and we’re through
Am I blue
Composer: Harry Akst
Lyricist: Grant Clarke
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Clever, took my an hour to figure out what you were doing. Clever!!
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Aww…
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I just FINALLY caught up with back reading on this thing from end of July (7/24 was a particularly good day…) Have to agree about loving having a place to talk online with others of similar…. what is it? We don’t all eat the same or work alike or know the same stuff. But we do seem to be interesting, and interested, people who got together by liking an eclectic mix of music, and an off the wall announcer with a creative verbal streak. Glad to be here. And now, with out-of-towners coming to sell their wares at the Uptown Art Fair this weekend, I will go to (where else?) Kitchen Congress and find some recipes.
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Call my “Clyde the Torosaurus.” I belong in blue.
I have spent the last three days outlining the steps, processes, procedures, questions to be resolved for closing out this office by the middle of December, and thus ending my job and thus throwing the last shovels of dirt on the company I went out on a limb to start with another man in Virgina, MN in 1991. Now I fully understand what risk is. The name of that company has been ruled obsolete and will be now FULLY replaced by another name.
Sigh.
But it is easier to let me go than to tell the 5 people I had to tell had lost their job back a few years ago.
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uffda, Clyde. but sounds like you had 14 good years?
two things i still have from childhood: my “Nagel” nose (my maternal grandmother’s family name and nose that my Dad used to say “they let it out of the box too soon and it ran all over my face”) and my little eyes (those are my Dad’s)
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Wow, end of an era. Does this mean you will be “retired”, Clyde?
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Clyde, wonderful opportunities await you! You’ll be moving to a wonderful community and maybe you could turn those stories into a book!
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Certainly not my full head of dark hair!
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Welcome to our bare headed world, John P.! If you’d rather wear a hat, you’re entitled. Otherwise, I like your look.
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I just read the several comments on stuttering experiences. My mom tells me I began to stutter when I was 3. She had read somewhere that one thing to do was zero in and REALLY listen to me whenever I had something to tell her, slow down and be present to me, etc. For my little case, it seemed to do the trick.
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Regarding the stuttering – When I was young, pre-preschool, I had more of a lisp, but I also stuttered a bit. It made it very hard for my parents to understand what I was saying. My older brother would tease me by making me say sit…I would put an sh- sound at the beginning of the world. He got a kick out of me saying a swear word unintentionally. To fix my speaking, I went to speech class. It was held in the same building as my preschool, so I was able to have fun with kids after class. They could speak more clearly than I could, so listening to them talk helped quite a bit. Now I don’t stutter or lisp, I speak quite clearly, though sometimes I mix my words up because my brain moves far faster than my mouth can talk 🙂
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I also had a prominent lisp — talk about a double whammy in grade school. I finally got some speech therapy when I went to a public junior high to take care of the lisp. We did some work on the stuttering, but not enough. I also have a severe overbite, which probably contributed to both problems. I’ve always held my jaw in a way so I don’t look like a chinless wonder.
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