Pantheline
Sounds like an ingredient in a hand lotion, doesn’t it. I came across the word yesterday in an Encyclopedia of Cats; it was used as an adjective in the sense of “panther-like qualities”. It was going to be my cooool adjective of the week, until I looked it up on the Net, just to be sure, and I discovered that pro-pantheline is a medication used to treat urinary incontinence. Sorry to say, but urinary incontinence will never be cool. I’m not an advocate of dying young, but… Speaking of which, if you’re an actor, and you were to get a gig doing a Depens commercial, would you put in on your resume?
Speaking of resume, I had soup for lunch today at the bookstore, and a Mocha Gelati Shake. Good Girl/Bad Girl. My plans to go back on a no-sugar, no-alcohol diet have never really gotten off the ground this year. In addition to a lack of personal willpower, I blame the onset of warm temperatures. Summer makes me crave slushy drinks and sangria and martinis on patios and ice cream. I’m the kind of person who can live without Pepsi and chocolate bars and candy and potato chips…but Good Lord, do I love cold slushy drinks. I think there are books out there that analyse what kind of person you are, based on your like/dislike for hot and cold, salty and sweet, etc. etc. People sure like to analyse things, don’t they?
Managed to convince Neil to come out with me to the Teddy Bear’s Picnic. I get so restless on nice days; I can’t bear (ooh, unintentional second use of the word bear) to stay inside and just sit around. I think this cramps Neil’s style. He’s mellow and I’m not. I do like ferris wheel rides, though. That’s a fairly mellow ride. When I was a kid, and I rode the Sizzler, I would always choose the glittery raspberry-coloured seat. Maybe that’s gender-typical of me. If I seem extra-tangental with this post, it’s because I’ve just succumbed to a desire to buy Aliz� liqueur (a passion-fruit juice/cognac liqueur), that mixed with Vodka and lemon juice and a little grapefruit juice, is very satisfying indeed. There are no ice cubes in the house. Since I moved in with Neil, we’ve never had ice cubes. It’s not a policy of ours; I’m pro-ice cubes, generally, though ICE CUBES SHOULD NEVER BE GIVEN TO BABIES. And babies should never be put in the freezer, NOT EVEN FOR A MINUTE TO COOL THEM OFF; you will likely go to the T.V. in the next room just to check the score of the hockey game or to see who won Iron Chef and you will forget to take the baby out. Don’t assume you’ll remember everything.
This made-up nonsense reminds me of a story of a local man who was convicted of killing two of his relatives. He said his wife died when she crawled into a freezer to check a gauge. That’s one of the worst lies I’ve ever heard. I made up a truly pathetic lie about 11 years ago, but it didn’t involve death or criminal proceedings. A transparently bad lie is one of the hardest things to live down. I’m sorry I just remembered this…Yikes. I’ve never lied much since; thank goodness.
What’s the worst lie you’ve ever told? Any great ice cube stories?
Tomorrow is a work day. Yahoo!
Posted on May 26, 2002 05:41 PM