Thursday, October 18, 2007

Thursday Thursday Thursday

I have a feature where I answer questions, but I do not meet certain comments head on. But this week, I think I will. I'll be answering some comments people left for me in the past.

A messenger bag is not a man purse. It is a messenger bag. If I were to coordinate it with my outfits, it would become a man purse. But I do not coordinate. Yet.

If there is a string of Mojito Related deaths in New Zealand, I know nothing about it.

Brevity is not for me. I have already discussed this.

Cats doing back flips would be hilarious. And is if you search it on youtube.

I spend a lot of time in the city, but it's all during the day, so no cops would pull me over even in Webster.

Okay, this is no fun. Really, my point here was that my messenger bag is not a man purse. It's more of a soft briefcase with a strap.

Okay. So we're clear:

purse (n) a woman's handbag or pocketbook.

I don't care how selective with my definitions you think I'm being, but that is the standard definition of purse.

From Wikipedia:

"A messenger bag (also called a courier bag) is a type of sack, usually made out of some kind of cloth (natural or synthetic), that is worn over one shoulder with a strap that winds around the chest resting the bag on the lower back. Messenger bags are often used by bicycle messengers, though they are increasingly becoming an urban fashion icon."

And there you go. It does not say anywhere that it is a purse.

Okay. That's out of the way.

I played on a softball team this fall with Kathy and a large group of my boss' family and friends. And we were absolutely terrible. Well, no to be fair, not terrible. We onl got shut out the one time. Nineteen to nothing. Yikes.

But we all know what adult coed recreational softball leagues are not about winning, they are about having fun, drinking beer, and pretending like you're a good athlete. But we're not really good athletes. Well, except for that one team...the girls were better hitters than anybody on our team. Better hitters than the guys on their team. In fact, they were the best hitters we faced in the league.

How is that even fun for that team, though? There's no challenge to every week crushing your opponent in a rec league. I mean FO REAL!!

Sorry this is so disjointed. I promise tomorrow's Free Write Friday will be better. Just a reminder om that:

Give me a character, a situation, and a format (short story/play) and I will run with it. And keep asking questions! It'll be a good time.


gerald said...

hey smelly, i saw you walking down the street the other day. when did you start carrying a purse?

Becca said...

you didn't answer any of my carefully thought out questions. Boo. Hiss. I'm never reading your blog ever again.

I want a play about a 24 year old man named Elliot who died of self-pity because no one ever read his blog because he alienated his few faithful readers!

Annie said...

You know my feelings on recreational sports.

Character: Man, 20-30 something, whose job is to calculate odds for radio stations who host gimmicky games to get their fan base to continue listening (i.e. how likely is it that a caller will guess 'purple' and a purple gum ball will come out of the gum ball machine?)
Situation: Radio hosts are all sick.
Format: Short Story

Anonymous said...

Little late this evening, huh?

How about a short short story about a cat that can't figure out where his owners went for the evening.

Molly said...

Boy, we really hit a nerve with that man-purse thing. hahaha... what happened to Little Elliot with hair down to his shoulders screaming at a carful of teenagers who called him a fag as they drove by saying: "Hey, I'm comfortable with MY manhood! What's your problem?" You gotta love a 12 year old who's comfortable with his manhood. Embrace the man-purse/messenger bag. Be comfortable with your manhood again. It's all good....