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Phrases I like – You so cwazie

Posted by middlerage on March 8, 2014

Mark L. pops up with an awesome contribution today to use to describe…well… that which is just nuts.

That’s crazier than a soup sandwich!

That one is going in my heavy rotation hopper, cuz, well, there’s just a lot of crazy out there.

Here is my updated list, including cold contribs from Switbo and Nieuw, and a link explaining “brown as a berry”:

Contributions from readers and the Phrases They like:

  • Crazy as a soup sandwich (Mark L.)
  • Colder than a witch’s tit (Switbo and Nieuwguyski)
  • Harder’n a woodpecker’s lips (Mark L. (?))
  • Real nice and Kentucky (from Mark L. and means something fits well, well made)
  • Like herding cats (from switbo)
  • Spat the Binky (Dummy) (from Annie)
  • Hottern’ two rats fucking in a wool sock (from the muddledrambler)
  • Gird your loins (from Mark C.)
  • Put your best foot forward (from Mark C, who actually dislikes this phrase, haha)
  • Grinnin’ like a fox eatin’ shit from a wire brush (from Mark L.)
  • This is a fine kettle of fish (from anonynurse)
  • Chile so hot it burns twice (from Fatman)

My contributions:

  • It’s colder than a well-digger’s wallet
  • Practice random acts of kindness and senseless beauty
  • S/He’s busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest
  • Got a bee in one’s bonnet
  • Don’t get your panties in a bunch (knickers in a twist if you’re over the pond)
  • Don’t make a mountain out of a molehill
  • Too clever by half
  • I’ve got to go say hello to Earl on the big white telephone (for when youse gots to vomit)
  • I’ll be there with bells on!
  • Madder ‘n a wet hen
  • Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life
  • Beat like a red-headed step child
  • Bob’s your uncle
  • Like carrying coals to Newcastle
  • A real belt and suspenders guy
  • Truth is stranger than fiction
  • Peace through superior firepower
  • Shut your freakin’ piehole
  • Reduce, Reuse, Recycle
  • Expect the worst, hope for the best
  • He’s so big he must go bear huntin’ with a switch
  • As big as your head
  • Better than a sharp poke in the eye
  • Piss or get off the pot
  • Tear him/her a new asshole
  • Put some mustard on it
  • Now you’re shittin’ in tall cotton
  • Raining to beat the band
  • Back-handed compliment (Damning with faint praise)
  • Hotter than a two dollar pistol
  • Brown as a berry

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Music Fridays – Baby Face

Posted by middlerage on March 8, 2014

“Baby face” could refer to just about anything, including a ‘roaring ’20s’ gangster or a modern hip hop star. But in this case it refers to Baby Face Willette burnin’ up the organ on sugar ray.

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Entrenched Bias

Posted by middlerage on March 6, 2014

I am pondering how difficult it can be to shake loose of prejudice that has been long nurtured by culture. In particular Marijuana. And myself.

Point 1: the drug war is a fiasco. Mary Jane is way less harmful than Alcohol. Imprisoning perps for a little baggie of weed is an egregious human rights violation. I celebrate the swinging pendulum and the newly “decriminalized” states of Colorado and Washington.

Point 2: Despite the obvious and intelligent assessment of point 1 I am so used to seeing ganja users portrayed as “stoners” and potheads, it is strange to see a 60-ish, bespectacled man in Denver lightin up a big ole J and placing him in the same category as the same person sniffing a fine glass of wine.

And all it is is perception! Strange thing the psyche.

UPDATE: from the comments section…

A buddy of mine from high school had a father who had really bad back problems. Tried all kinds of things and at one point had developed a problem with prescription drugs and alcohol. Finally he found pot and it helped with his back. He became a life-long marijuana smoker. Dropped the other drugs and alcohol for good. One could argue legitimately that he simply traded those drugs for another, but marijuana certainly didn’t have the bad consequences that the other drugs had. This man was not a hippie at all. He was from the same era and had a similar value system to my Dad, and because he was a friend’s father I kind of regarded him socially in the same way. I remember that it was strange that a person who was very much like my father also smoked pot, which my parents had successfully villainized in my mind.

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