Loading ...R the P dislikes the color orange. He says its a bad color. Compared it to Limahl. No, R the P, the color orange is far superior to Limahl. Lets examine the color orange, shall we?
1) There are no words in the English language that rhyme with orange. Imagine how great it must be, to be a word with whom nothing can rhyme! No one will ever write a limerick about you.
2) People whose favorite color is orange are said to be eccentric, lovably quirky. Attention-getters who are sexy in a playful, approachable way. Everybody loves an orange-lover.
3) Orange is the color of the Svadisthana chakra, the second chakra located in the abdomen. This chakra corresponds to sexuality, reproduction, desires and emotions.
4) An orange aura is a powerful aura, the aura of a vigorous person, vital and energetic. The person with the orange aura is daring, adventurous and creative. Orange is an inspirational color, warm without being hot-tempered. Vivacious.
5) Lots of good food is orange. Not carrots, but other good food. Yams, oranges, tangerines, tangelos, mangoes, peaches, apricots, orange bell peppers, pumpkins. Orange foods are high in anti-oxidants.
6) Orange is an uplifting, mood-enhancing color, energizing and happy.
7) Orange flowers are among the most beautiful. Take tiger lilies, for instance, delicate yet vibrant. Orange in nature demands attention. Lava, for instance.
8) Orange spices are some of the best. Aromatic spices like cinnamon, nutmeg and ginger add real zing to food - especially to the orange foods. Pumpkin pie, anyone? Peach cobbler, Sweet-potato souffle, cool melon soup, carrot salad. Oh… never mind. Not carrot salad. Oh and lets not forget the most expensive spice in the world - saffron, which is, in its powdered form, reddish orange in color.
I think I’ve made my case here, so R the P, next time you bite into a fat, juicy Georgia peach, its juice dribbling down your chin, its flesh washing your palate with sweetness, just remember. Its orange. And its probably tastier than biting into Limahl.
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I’ll grant you that it is probably tastier than biting into Limahl. At least the Limahl of today. But not the sweet, sweet Limahl of my youth! He would be tastier than any peach.
But even with all those great things, orange is still, unfortunately, colored orange.
Or coloured orange in England.
I mean, even Mark, of Mark and Ozzie, said, “If orange were the new black, I would still wear black.” He chose orange in his analogy for a reason.
Yeah but he was also lying, because we did catch him wearing orange once. But at least he never listened to Kaja-googoo.
Then again, Ozzie and I could conceivably be accused of having the most atrocious taste in music, at least when we were tripping.
But still, orange is not bad. You may not like it, thats your opinion, but no color is ‘bad’. Except Baker-Miller pink.
I stand corrected. I have also been considering some delicious orange things, especially some of the foods you mentioned. And if orange is that delicious, it can’t be all wrong.
I once had a tremendous distaste for Teri Garr for no reason whatsoever. I realized I was simply not giving Miss Garr a chance, so I relaxed my distaste. I shall do the same for orange.
Maybe I’ll think of orange while looking at Baker Miller pink. It does relax one, or so they say.
I think you’re quite right in your distaste for Terri Garr. I myself would expand that distaste to cover Jennifer Garner, Sandra Bullock, and Jennifer Anniston. But thats just me. And if we’re counting menfolk, I’d shove Limahl and Tom Cruise into the realm of distaste.
Oh and Roger Scruton, but that goes without saying.
I have no defense for Limahl. He is what he is, a gay hasbeen. But oh, he stirred my adolescent lust at the time.
When pickings are slim, you takes what you can get.
Yes well, I had very questionable adolescent tastes too, but I’ve moved on.
Weeeeeeelllll… maybe not moved on from Thelma Lou.
And David Cassidy.
Okay - I will no longer mock your love of Limahl.
Considering how many comments this post has, I do believe it has been viewed more than once.
Another headline for Noumenal News!
Which by the way, has a broken link on the navigation.
Isn’t it great to get marching orders from your adoring SP fans, Che? Fix that link, change my colors, etc.? We’re such great fun! Ignore me today, though. I have the headache that never ends, though it is down to a dull throb now, thankfully.
I don’t really have many hated celebrities. Except Danny Devito. I admit he has some talent, but there’s just something about him…
Adolescent crushes, eh? Mortifying. OK, I’ll admit to one: Corey Hart (yes, of “I Wear My Sunglasses at Night” fame). Told you it was mortifying.
And who is Roger Scruton? He certainly has a terrible name.
I apologize for pointing out faults when SP brings me nothing but joy!
Hate to hear you still have the relentless headache. Feel better soon.
I suppose its easiest just to point you in the direction of Roger Scruton, than try to explain (lazy cunt that I am).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Scruton
Of course, it still doesn’t explain why I have running jokes about Roger Scruton, which no one understands because they don’t know who he is.
I guess no one would understand my Lord Ranbaxy jokes either.
I suppose I could content myself with the knowledge that my private jokes are so exclusive, that even my closest cronies don’t get’em. Unfortunately, jocularity seems to depend upon the comprehension of your subject matter by at least one other person. Shared laughter is humour; Solitary laughter is… well just kinda creepy.
And yet, you are a demanding bunch when it comes to a blog you didn’t design and don’t write. But I must say, SP would be a far lesser glory without your input, so I’m glad to do whatever I can to keep my friends, readers and commenters happy. I will fix the link immediately.
oh and yes, Roger Scruton does have an absolutely awful name, so we can at least make fun of that.
Alrighty folks, the link is fixed, and I have a new idea for making the comments neato. Because, you know, comments are the best part of the blog.
Yay! The SP is now perfect because of the fixed link. But if there are ways to make it perfecter, I am all for it.
I also like the way that the spell check told me “yay” is not a word, but “perfecter” is perfectly legitimate.
I have to admit, I thought Roger Scruton? And then I wikipedia’ed him and thought, Oh, I do know who he is, but he had recessed in me mind.
But appreciated the joke after the reminder.
Well, Adam and I used to have a couple of running jokes about Roger Scruton (locked in a dark room with Stephen King and a thousand scorpions, forced to fight to the death). And so every so often ole Roger still turns up in my mockable zone (with Stephen King - though I would never dare mock a thousand scorpions). Then I started noticing that people ignored my mockery of ole Roger, for the most part and I thought, hmmm… maybe he’s not so mockable after all.
But really, that name is mockable.
Having read Mr Scruton’s Wikipedia entry, I can easily add him to my most-hated list. Sounds like a real prick. Thankfully, he didn’t even receive a mention in my college philosophy class. I would have remembered a name like that. Can’t say I’ve ever heard of Lord Ranbaxy, though that is also a silly name.
We all appreciate your hard work on SP, as only Luddites and the technologically impaired can: In deep awe of your magic powers.
And R the P, though google is now a verb, I think wikipedia is to verbose to be a verb.
Well… I have actually read a book by Scruton.
I now forget why I subjected myself to such a thing, but it had something to do with something. My husband was likely involved somehow.
Tonight!!! The Scruton-King Thousand Scorpion Fight to the Death!!! Only tonight on pay-per-view!!! Call now!
That’s how I imagine it at least. Presumably, the scorpions win, which means we *all* win.
Oh, poor Che. I can only imagine reading a book by someone like Ol’ Scruton (kind of like Ol’ Scratch only much less interesting). Blame the ex-husband.
Yay Scorpions!
Well, considering my ex-husband is a philosopher. Of sorts. Its easy to blame him for any unfortunate philosophical encounters I may have had during my years as a British matron.
Go Scorpions! We can form our own pep club, as it were. Support those scorpions, folks!
Yeah, unfortunate philosophies can happen and sometimes we reg’lar folks get caught in the crossfire. Scruton, HA! What a name.
Sorry I have been out of it. Been writing my “My Boss is Abusive” letter for work. Strange to be paid for writing a letter about how your boss is abusive. I just checked back in to see how Scruton was doing.
I think the Scruton family needs to get in the business of making croûtons. They’d be Scruton Croûtons!
I know we’ve been over this before on SP, but I just don’t get the attraction to Stephen King.
Here is my page by page run down of a popular Stephen King book.
Page 1 - Woman and son go to a farm, see a dog, sit in a car.
Page 2 - Woman and son sit in car looking at dog.
Page 3 - Woman and son sit in car looking at dog.
Page 4 - Disgruntled ex-husband masturbates on woman’s clean linens. Woman retaliates by sitting in car with son looking at dog.
Page 5 - Woman and son sit in car looking at dog.
We’ll skip a few pages here
Page 319 - Dog attacks car. Woman and son sit in car looking at dog.
Page 320 - Dog, tired from attack, sits down. Woman and son watch from car.
Page 321 - Woman and son sit in car looking at dog.
We’ll skip a few more pages.
Page 1292 - Woman opens car door, walks over to dog, beats it to death. Son dies of boredom in car.
There you go! Now no one reading SP has to read Cujo. You know the plot.
Well, sounds better than Attack Sparrows, but only marginally.
Well,everyone knows how I feel about Stephen King (esp since I have an irresistable urge to lock him in a dark room with Roger Scruton and a thousand scorpions - go scorpions!)
But I do love the idea of Scruton’s croutons! I’m sure he’d make better croutons than philosophy.
He’s have to.
I meant ‘He’d have to’, but i figure you had me figured. Or as Anthony (my friend, not my ex) used to say, ‘figgered’, which sounds like being buggered by a fig. Perhaps by the Big Fig from the Big Fig Newton dance.
Scruton could make Fig Newtons.
Scruton’s Newtons!
Buggered by a Fig!
That is exactly what “figgered” sounds like when people say it in the South.
Figgety Bug… Big Fuggety…
I only just figgered out Limahl!! Kajagoogoo! I’ve still got the 45s, collected when i had an orange room!
I’m now more kind of a yellow man. And my Kajagoogoos gather dust.
To shy, shy.. hush, hush.. i do i.
Never figgered out what was meant by that… or is it just vowel juggling.
Everyone needs some vowel juggling!
Modern medicine falls short of your complaints
Ooh, try a little harder
You’re moving in circles, won’t you dilate
oo, Baby, try.
Hey, Girl, move a little closer!
‘Cause You’re too
Shy shy
Hush Hush
Eye to Eye!
Che, I posted these lyrics because I want to make sure than anyone who seeks you out on the Internet has will associate you with the brilliance of Limahl!
And I defend my use of the verb construction “has will.”
I go cook dinner, get back, and Bas is singing Kaja googoo. Deary me, what has SP come to?
By the way, I made chicken in mandarin orange sauce. Its orange Richard. Orange.
And oh so tasty.
I will have to think of a list of orange things I love.
It will be like $100,000 pyramid
Celebrity Betty White -”Pumpkin, Carrot, Yam”
Guest of the Show - “Um, Things that are vegetables?”
Betty White, shaking head - “Begonias, Tiger lilies.”
Guest - “Um, living things?”
Betty White Shaking head vigorously - “Sunsets, goldfish.”
Guest - “Um, Things that don’t belong together?”
Betty White, getting angry, shaking head, arms straining at straps on chair - “Slime mold, citrus, tangerines.”
Guest - “Delicious things?”
Dick Clark - “TIME!”
Betty White - “Are you a complete fucking moron? Are slime molds delicious? THINGS THAT ARE ORANGE! What did I need to say ‘Wiliam?’ You so don’t deserve the money.”
Mandarin Orange Sauce.. That makes sense!
As does “Eye to Eye”.. geh! My english wasn’t too well developed in those days and it kinda got stuck phonetically..
Great cheeky lyrics there; thanks for sharing Richard!
Sorry for spoiling that great taste of your orange chicken there Che..
Do you cook every day now?
Well, to be truthful, “Eye to Eye” doesn’t make much more sense.
Mojo’s best friend from College used to just stop where he was, turn around and say “Hush Hush Eye to Eye.”
Just because it was a nonsensical lyric. He was a musician. Now he is a web designer.
And Che, are you the cook at the old homestead full time now?
Oh my god, R the P, Teri Garr the orange… orange is great.
I love figgered, imo havta use it in a sentence in public.
Scrutons Croutons and newtons. You guys are hysterical!
And che, sometimes all we’ve got is singular laughter, I speak from experience… I don’t think I’m creepy but you never know or I never know.
I just figgered since I laugh by myself I was okay. First use of figgered. The more I use it, the more I’ll use it. buggered by a fig! too funny
Oh and Stephen King… too true!
You’ll be happy to know that he’ll be having a big “we think you’re a great writer” celebration thingie here in Toronto next month. I immediately thought about you and wished we both had the money to go so we could make all sorts of inside jokes about it for years to come.
ahh!
Che check out the link for script frenzy the script version of nanowrimo, it’s starts on Friday!
http://www.scriptfrenzy.org/eng/whatisscriptfrenzy
I came back from dinner and just laughed hysterically for about three and a half minutes, beginning with Richard’s ‘Things that are orange’ and ending with Shelley getting her figgered-virginity taken. I think we should all vow to use that word at least once a week in a public place, except… well.. around here no one will notice. I’d just blend.
You know, I seriously thought about joining the script-writing thing, but I haven’t decided yet if it would be a genuine effort, or a distraction from the things I really want to accomplish. I mean, how badly do I want to write a script? I used to think of writing plays but that was in my thespian days (when I played a man in every play I was in - except for that one time I played a boy).
No, I don’t cook every night. But I do cook several nights a week. Which I don’t mind. I get to be creative, trying to cook southern foods with an exotic flair and please everyone while doing it. My chicken in orange sauce was a big hit. Surprisingly.
Yeah I signed up for the script frenzy and then thought, “I don’t really want to do it.”
It’s not like I don’t have enough projects that I should be working on…
Glad we made you laugh as much as you guys make me laugh!
Well, I figger I’ll wait and see what other projects I’m working on, and if I’m not otherwise engaged, I may give it a go. Switching to script-writing for a while might open me up to some new ideas.
Right now I’d like to try writing some lyrics for Bas. Maybe we should have a lyric writing contest.
I would like to go to that Stephen King ego stroke-a-rama, just to be the still small voice of dissent in the wilderness.
And to release a thousand scorpions.
Che and Shelley, I am very glad my orange list was pleasing. Check out the Nephilim post for more likable Orange things!
Me need lyrics!
Me neeeed lyrics!
Mi ned lyyriics!
You know i do!
I do i!
Ear to ear,
Cheek to cheek,
Freak to freak,
I do eye!
Well, toss me out some themes and I’ll see what I can come up with.
That fictional Betty White exchange was hilarious, Richard! Too much…
Che, I am drooling over orange chicken which I love! R doesn’t love it, but I do, I do I… Wait I’m singing Kajagoogoo again. Bas, you’ve got me started on that again. Che will punch me.
Go, Che, go. [In Mr Burns voice] Smithers, release the scorpions!
Going back far above, Bas you say you’re a yellow man. Do you mean you’re painted yellow? Jaundiced? or does it have Dutch meaning like in English when we say we’re “blue”? Or maybe it was a typo. Just curious. yellow.
Release the scorpions!
I swear I need to get some scorpions, just so I can say that.
My orange chicken kicked ass, Mojo. Seriously. It was very spicy, but with that sweet mandarin ‘glow’. I made the sauce with mandarins, chili peppers, fresh ginger, green onions and a little hint of soy sauce.
Yellow?