some of you may know that i often have a hard time communicating with spoken word. a more select few may recall how badly my tongue was tying itself this weekend... i think sometimes i'm turning into prof spooner.
it hasn't stopped. just a second ago, i go to get a drink from the tech's fridge. next to the tech's office door sits the new guy in our department, testing some circuit cards. as i stop next to him to open my drink, he puts a card in the socket, clenches and shakes his fist at it (in frustration, of course), and continues with the operation. i look at him, and say, "is the clist fenching part of the test procedure?" he looks up, and busts out laughing. i realize that i've magoo'd it, and try in vain to correct myself: "i mean, clench fisting --- er --- fist finching --- er --- fuck it..." as i walk away, shaking my head and deciding not to try speaking for another two hours, he calls after me, saying "it's too early for you, go back to bed!"
in the words of homer simpson, "it's funny because it's true!"
Tue, 2 Feb 1999 09:38:01