Comments for WordFrolic! http://www.wordfrolic.com Where words come out to play. Thu, 09 Sep 2010 20:46:22 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 Comment on Word of the Week: Underlying by That Other Lauren Person http://www.wordfrolic.com/2010/09/word-of-the-week-underlying/#comment-37 That Other Lauren Person Thu, 09 Sep 2010 20:46:22 +0000 http://www.wordfrolic.com/?p=85#comment-37 Pansy drew a small circle in the dirt with her toe. She hadn’t drawn it large enough to fill with the planned smile and two eyes, so she erased it with her foot. She didn’t try again. Eddie didn’t seem to notice. He appeared focused solely on washing his car. There were suds ringing the back of his neck. Maybe he had been bitten by a horsefly and didn’t realize his hands were soapy. There were so many horseflies. And dragonflies. And cicadas. Not the normal summer cicada but the seventeen year variety. Pansy had been seven the last time she saw them. She had collected their shells, but her mom wouldn’t let her bring them in the house. Her mom had thrown her hands up and backed away, as if Pansy herself was disgusting. Nowadays, Pansy didn’t like the cicadas anymore, especially their crazy red eyes. She wasn’t sure what had changed, but she didn’t think it was her. She adjusted the strings of her bikini top and batted away the barrage of insects. There were times she hated living in Tennessee. This wasn’t exactly one of them, but it was close. If Eddie continued to ignore her, she might have to leave the state entirely. Start somewhere new. What an idle threat. She just wanted him to gawk like he used to do – maybe even chase her around the car a few times until they were both wet and covered in soap fuzz. He’d dig his hands in the back of her cut-offs and pull her closer than was proper. Pansy pushed away the daydream. If he wasn’t going to pay attention to her just lying out on the hammock, then maybe she needed to take some action. “Hey, Eddie!” she called out. He didn’t respond quickly, so she repeated his name. He looked her way, but she couldn’t read his face. Even without looking at the car, he was still focused on it. Stupid red convertible. What a silly thing to have out here. Most guys had trucks. Even she had a truck. Made more sense on these backroads. “What?” “Do you wanna know the difference between underlying and lying under?” Eddie shrugged. “When you tell a girl she’s not fat, you’re just ‘under lying’ a little bit, but when you get her to bed from it, then she’s ‘lying under’ you!” It wasn’t quite right, the joke, but Pansy cracked up anyway. She couldn’t help picturing Kells’ red tinged face as she had originally told the joke at Misty May’s party. Everyone laughed so loudly. She was a better joke teller but Pansy was better in plenty of other ways. She was better looking and a better drinker. But none of that mattered to Eddie anymore. He nodded to her joke and went back to the car. Pansy crouched back in the hammock and wished she was in New York City. Pansy drew a small circle in the dirt with her toe. She hadn’t drawn it large enough to fill with the planned smile and two eyes, so she erased it with her foot. She didn’t try again. Eddie didn’t seem to notice. He appeared focused solely on washing his car. There were suds ringing the back of his neck. Maybe he had been bitten by a horsefly and didn’t realize his hands were soapy. There were so many horseflies. And dragonflies. And cicadas. Not the normal summer cicada but the seventeen year variety. Pansy had been seven the last time she saw them. She had collected their shells, but her mom wouldn’t let her bring them in the house. Her mom had thrown her hands up and backed away, as if Pansy herself was disgusting. Nowadays, Pansy didn’t like the cicadas anymore, especially their crazy red eyes. She wasn’t sure what had changed, but she didn’t think it was her. She adjusted the strings of her bikini top and batted away the barrage of insects. There were times she hated living in Tennessee. This wasn’t exactly one of them, but it was close. If Eddie continued to ignore her, she might have to leave the state entirely. Start somewhere new. What an idle threat. She just wanted him to gawk like he used to do – maybe even chase her around the car a few times until they were both wet and covered in soap fuzz. He’d dig his hands in the back of her cut-offs and pull her closer than was proper. Pansy pushed away the daydream. If he wasn’t going to pay attention to her just lying out on the hammock, then maybe she needed to take some action.
“Hey, Eddie!” she called out. He didn’t respond quickly, so she repeated his name. He looked her way, but she couldn’t read his face. Even without looking at the car, he was still focused on it. Stupid red convertible. What a silly thing to have out here. Most guys had trucks. Even she had a truck. Made more sense on these backroads.
“What?”
“Do you wanna know the difference between underlying and lying under?”
Eddie shrugged.
“When you tell a girl she’s not fat, you’re just ‘under lying’ a little bit, but when you get her to bed from it, then she’s ‘lying under’ you!” It wasn’t quite right, the joke, but Pansy cracked up anyway. She couldn’t help picturing Kells’ red tinged face as she had originally told the joke at Misty May’s party. Everyone laughed so loudly. She was a better joke teller but Pansy was better in plenty of other ways. She was better looking and a better drinker. But none of that mattered to Eddie anymore.
He nodded to her joke and went back to the car. Pansy crouched back in the hammock and wished she was in New York City.

]]> Comment on Word of the Week: Underlying by Mom (Fred) http://www.wordfrolic.com/2010/09/word-of-the-week-underlying/#comment-36 Mom (Fred) Sat, 04 Sep 2010 13:50:49 +0000 http://www.wordfrolic.com/?p=85#comment-36 The foundation of a trusting relationship is underlying. I underlie as much as I can, except for my weight, my diet and how much work I accomplish on any given day. I would like to overlie about my age, but my underlying daughter has announced it to the world. The foundation of a trusting relationship is underlying. I underlie as much as I can, except for my weight, my diet and how much work I accomplish on any given day. I would like to overlie about my age, but my underlying daughter has announced it to the world.

]]> Comment on Word of the Week: Evolution by niceguyted http://www.wordfrolic.com/2010/08/word-of-the-week-evolution/#comment-32 niceguyted Tue, 31 Aug 2010 05:05:30 +0000 http://www.wordfrolic.com/#comment-32 Does ontogeny recapitulate phylogeny? Does ontogeny recapitulate phylogeny?

]]> Comment on Word of the Week: Rapscallion by niceguyted http://www.wordfrolic.com/2010/08/word-of-the-week-rapscallion/#comment-28 niceguyted Sat, 21 Aug 2010 03:33:06 +0000 http://www.wordfrolic.com/#comment-28 duckJUMPduckJUMP, du-du-du-du-dudu-duckKICKjump. Catchy. =D duckJUMPduckJUMP, du-du-du-du-dudu-duckKICKjump.

Catchy. =D

]]> Comment on Word of the Week: Rapscallion by WordFrolic http://www.wordfrolic.com/2010/08/word-of-the-week-rapscallion/#comment-27 WordFrolic Sat, 21 Aug 2010 03:16:57 +0000 http://www.wordfrolic.com/#comment-27 Dude. Murg. DUDE. Dude. Murg. DUDE.

]]> Comment on Word of the Week: Rapscallion by Murgatroyd http://www.wordfrolic.com/2010/08/word-of-the-week-rapscallion/#comment-26 Murgatroyd Fri, 20 Aug 2010 14:06:00 +0000 http://www.wordfrolic.com/#comment-26 I can't come up with anything for rapscallion, so here is a video of a rapping onion: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eZcV1UuUzI That's pretty close, right? I can’t come up with anything for rapscallion, so here is a video of a rapping onion:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eZcV1UuUzI

That’s pretty close, right?

]]> Comment on Word of the Week: Rapscallion by niceguyted http://www.wordfrolic.com/2010/08/word-of-the-week-rapscallion/#comment-25 niceguyted Wed, 18 Aug 2010 02:27:32 +0000 http://www.wordfrolic.com/#comment-25 Ich bin ein rapscallion. Nein Scheiße. Ich bin ein rapscallion. Nein Scheiße.

]]> Comment on Word of the Week: Rapscallion by ChristaStauch http://www.wordfrolic.com/2010/08/word-of-the-week-rapscallion/#comment-24 ChristaStauch Tue, 17 Aug 2010 00:18:16 +0000 http://www.wordfrolic.com/#comment-24 You know, I had heard that Junior the scallion from Veggie Tales was signed by Def Jam, but Rapscallion? He could have come up with a much better stage name. You know, I had heard that Junior the scallion from Veggie Tales was signed by Def Jam, but Rapscallion? He could have come up with a much better stage name.

]]> Comment on Word of the Week: Rapscallion by WordFrolic http://www.wordfrolic.com/2010/08/word-of-the-week-rapscallion/#comment-23 WordFrolic Fri, 13 Aug 2010 21:11:12 +0000 http://www.wordfrolic.com/#comment-23 I'll start: Where did you learn to rap, scallion? Those are some fresh beets. (Thank you, I'll be here all week. Don't forget to tip your server.) I’ll start:

Where did you learn to rap, scallion? Those are some fresh beets.

(Thank you, I’ll be here all week. Don’t forget to tip your server.)

]]> Comment on Word of the Week: Unhinged by Alicia http://www.wordfrolic.com/2010/08/word-of-the-week-unhinged/#comment-21 Alicia Thu, 12 Aug 2010 23:55:55 +0000 http://www.wordfrolic.com/?p=71#comment-21 Thinking during savasana about the potato chips she ate that would make her fat. She could not settle her thoughts in the hot yoga room lying on her mat. As the instructor guided the room to "let it all go," her body started to melt around the fringe. With the mention of the second chakra her hips were able to unhinge. Thinking during savasana about the potato chips she ate that would make her fat.
She could not settle her thoughts in the hot yoga room lying on her mat.
As the instructor guided the room to “let it all go,” her body started to melt around the fringe.
With the mention of the second chakra her hips were able to unhinge.

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