Blog, I got in some hot water with the Randometer for yesterday's post. Just not random enough to qualify, to his way of thinking. So I am determined to please him today by bringing up the three randomest things I can think of.
In my blog perusals this morning I came upon a post in The Artful Crafter about homecoming mums. It seems unbeknownst to me, there is this tradition in certain parts of the southern U.S. In these places, homecoming mums are not the simple flowers we wore for that occasion when I was in high school. No, they are homemade extravaganzas contrived of pompoms, ribbons, stuffed animals, etc. that to me resemble what would happen if you ate a Michaels store too fast and regurgitated a sort of crafty-hairball. As you can see in the photo, Blog, these dealies are not tasteful nor even especially wearable. They certainly must outweigh one's homecoming dress.
this page from back in 2007 when moms in Plano, Texas were selling homecoming mums, and being the high-tech sort of Texans, made themselves a web page to advertise their wares. "Buy your mums and garters from the Planoettes’ Bootbackers Booster Club Mum Moms in the school cafe during lunch," reads the ad. I dare you to say that three times fast, Blog. It also instructs "Look for the Mum Moms!" This is all out of the realm of my Wisconsin experience, but I'm guessing the "Mum Moms" would be easy to spot. Readers who have indulged in this tradition, do share. I need firsthand comfirmation this is really happening. And that the boys wear them too (?).
RANDOM THING 2
bizarradore has hit the big time yet. Never you fear though, Blog...last night Davie and I came up with another idea to try.
We were watching "Colorsplash" with David Bromstad on HGTV. At the same time, we both thought David had referred to some whimsical decor item as "button." As in, "Ooh, that's button!" We're both pretty sure he actually said "fun," but felt strongly that "button" would have been more fun. So now we're trying to see if we can get button to catch on.
There are not degrees of button, so you can't say "that's totally button." There's no opposite of button either, so you can't say, "that is so not button." You CAN simply say, "That's button," or "I think you're button," or "This cake is button."
Think middle-class, white, middle-aged translation of the slang term "buck," and you should do fine with it. And if we can get the rappers and krumpers to use the term "button," well...that would be button.
RANDOM THING 3
Davie found this video the other day on the website WTF Japan Seriously. First of all, what could be more random than a website called "WTF Japan Seriously"? Random, and yet justified, if you have been exposed at all to the insanity that is Japanese game shows. Anyway, this one really takes the cake. It is rated for mature audiences not because it's truly racy, but because the point of the game show, apparently, is to "not ram the boobs." I mean that so very literally. If you don't believe me, watch.
Blog, I can confirm that that just sent Randometer off the chart. Thank you, Japan. You have outdone Texas, and for that we say, you're button.