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April 6, 2008

Out of Context: The Lumberjack

Filed under: Out of Context — Tei @ 3:27 pm
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Large manly lumberjack type: “You know, sometimes there are just days when a man has to stand alone.”

::looooooong pause::

Large manly lumberjack type’s faithful companion: “Like . . . the cheese?”

Bless you, faithful companion. Those lumberjack types sometimes get a little too existential for their own good.

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6 Comments »

  1. Jesus, I’d forgotten about that song. (One child is far too old for that shit and the other is afraid of the word “cheese”. Am I joking? People, I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.)

    Quick question: Now, would we say he’s a faithful companion or might he be a little like a trusty sidekick? (The people want to know.)

    Comment by Naomi Dunford — April 7, 2008 @ 2:48 pm | Reply

  2. See, a trusty sidekick is generally smaller and more buffoon-esque than the hero (see Don Quixote v. Sancho). A faithful companion is equally as capable as the hero, though treated as inferior, and often sports a clever, dry little wit, like a fine wine (see Lone Ranger v. Tonto). Both of them, it should be noted, have funny names.

    Now, is your child afraid of cheese itself, or just the word? Can you say there’s macaroni and ‘that stuff’ for dinner and it’s all good?

    Comment by Tei — April 7, 2008 @ 3:43 pm | Reply

  3. No, he’s afraid of cheese itself. This was fine when he just knew it as “that stuff she keeps putting on perfectly good food”. Now he knows it’s called cheese and shakes his head violently when he hears it. Although Mac and Cheese is ok because it’s not real cheese. I’m sure he would stick his face in Cheez Whiz if I ever allowed it into the house.

    This is proof that I was not the one who gave birth to him and that my husband went all Big Love on my ass and had another wife who was pregnant at the same time. (How much more interesting is THAT than the switched at birth thing? So overdone.)

    Comment by Naomi Dunford — April 8, 2008 @ 3:16 am | Reply

  4. Hah! I KNEW it was a boy-child! (Am I wrong? Do I recall seeing a picture of a boy and a girl child on your blog? Was this someone else?)

    I knew a girl who was afraid of mushrooms. She was my housemate, actually. She was a vegan. And she had a vegan cat. And she ate a lot of Oreos, because Oreos contain not a single animal- (or plant, for that matter) derived ingredient. But I scared the bejeezus out of her once with a large portobello mushroom stem.

    What can I say? A girl likes a sandwich. With cheese on it. Mmmmm . . . cheese. Don’t worry, he has time to grow out of it. He will join the side of the Righteous and Melty soon.

    Comment by Tei — April 9, 2008 @ 12:43 am | Reply

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