May 20, 2007

• That's awesome. The only special thing to my lunch bag was that the five jelly beans were always of different colours. Which is also Heraclitean, in a way. *cough*
• that's quite lovely :)
• COOL KIDS cool dad
• Good thing they didn't use the napkins - their little faces would be all red and blue streaked. But yeah, there's noting like a lunch packed by your parent to make you feel warm and fuzzy. Mom used to put in a thermos of hot Spaghetti-O's.
• My mother used to draw on my brown paper lunchbag when I was in grade school. They were usually just little portraits of me or her, or cute animals, but I wish I'd kept them. It stopped when I went to junior high and was too cool for bagged lunches.
• I drove down to Myrtle Beach today. We had dinner at Uno's. The waiter came over, pulled out a cocktail napkin, wrote "Adam" on it, and put it on the table for our viewing pleasure while he introduced himself. My assumption that his actions were part of Uno's policy only decreases my hatred for him slightly.
• TUM, I used to send thermoses of leftovers of stuff my daughter really loved. Unfortunately, the aroma of ginger beef, with lots of garlic, wafted through the cafeteria, This was in Oklahoma, where garlic was seen as a suspect foreign thing to be avoided. My poor kid went through hell until she got the courage to tell me that I should send stuff that didn't smell as good.
• I put Post-its in with my daughter's packed lunches, but the pictures are just smiley suns or a pile of sandwiches or something, and they only say "Have a nice lunch" or something lke that. These napkins look a bit heavyweight, really - there's something unintentionally comic about the idea of Dad fretting that his creative artwork is being used to wipe mouths and thrown away. It clearly worked in the context of that particular family, though. The daughter who kindly collected the napkins and gave them back obviously understands her father very well.
• Perhaps I ought to clarify that I only have to give my daughter a packed lunch every now and then.
• Good idea, but I can't help thinking that this person should have tattooed his little cartoon pensées directly onto the skin of his three daughters; thereby keeping a permanent record and exposing his work to a wider audience - their schoolfriends, teachers, intrigued social workers, the Police, and so on.
• I always draw pictures on my kids' lunch wrappers. I know that the four-year-old's daycare makes a point of having a chat over lunch, so I draw something he's done in the last day or two. He started riding his bike without training wheels recently, so I drew a bike. When we went to Auckland, I drew the Sky Tower. He always uses those pictures to share his latest news.
• Not being smarmy, but I just don't know how you find the time to do what you do.
• The Tracikraken has many minions to do her bidding. When she says "I took the kids to Auckland" or "I took a college course" or "I baked some yummy cookies, want some?", she is referring to her many adjutants and acolytes, who do all the dirty work while she sits at the center of her dank, moist lair and pulsates.
• Just like Santa!
• Citation issued for Monkey Koko: dank (dăngk) adj., dank·er, dank·est. Disagreeably damp or humid. Respectfully Submitted, Department of Redundancy Department
• Very lovely. I'm reminded of my own father. Without missing a beat, he would send me a post card each week. He began some time while I was in high school, and continued until I completed college. I could always count on receiving one mid-week (he always wrote them on Sunday and mailed on Monday). I saved each and every one - and I suspect he doesn't have a clue... No drawings, but the sentiment is quite similar. Nice post, moko jono!
• Damp and moist aren't the same thing, dammit!
• *Puts Lara on Nice Person List. Puts Ralph on Mean Person List.*
• I always thought dankness implied a kind of gloom. It's interesting to learn that something could be simultaneously dank and well-lit.
• I always took it to mean a damp odor, like in a poorly ventilated room which is also dark and damp. Similar to the odor in my hoodie which still hasn't come out.
• You mean a sort of "doggy" odour - one that makes you want to vomit, or "Ralph" (as Australians say)? A kind of Ralphy-Dog odour?
• That's the one. The most horrible odor in the world.
• I go to the goddamn dictionary to educate you poor, illiterate souls, and this is what I get. I'm mailing you all a dank hoodie. and Crocs.
• You're simultaneously absolutely right and delightfully sweet-smelling, Ralph. Your cement about "dank" just fermented me to wander how much other wards I unknowingly maluse, each and every date.
• This was in Oklahoma, where garlic was seen as a suspect foreign thing to be avoided. *scratches "Oklahoma" off list* Very cool link, thanks moko jono!
• Just think of the vampire problem in OK!
• My dad used to write silly things on the outside of my brown paper lunch sack, like little family in-jokes. He took great delight in coming up with something so embarrassing, it would cause his daughter to slip into the school cafeteria with a lunch sack clutched tightly in hand, carefully placed face-down on the table, and closely guarded for the slightest disturbance, lest anyone discover my most embarrassing childhood nicknames. Or worse yet, that my dad "loved" me.
• My mom did used to toss little fun gumball-machine-type toys in my lunch once in a while. Not every day, which made it more of a treat when she did. It's interesting to wonder whether, if one has kids, this might or might not mean a lot to them. And Koko, get yourself over to your smelly hoodie thread and tell us what you've tried so far. I have no life, and want to know.
• "Maluse" is the best word I've heard today.
• Creepy.
• Lara, we're going to just leave Koko to fester and ferment in her danky stanky hoodie. She obviously has no self-respect.
• You know, I'm not totally convinced there even is a hoodie. I'm thinking it's a symbolic cry for help.
• I just want to be loved.
• Send out more flyers.