29.1.10

GROUP NAMES A - F

We're all animals and if animals deserve anything, they deserve names. I've got a name - Sadoo.  You've got a name - Thanatos, Mooty-Socks, Wee Willie Wilbur, Alice Nd Çurap Mazlum ... whatever moved your mother in the weird reaches of the night.  But when you see a pack of chefs sauntering down the street, you don't (or shouldn't) say, "Hey, look at that pack of chefs."  You say (or should say), "Hey,  look at that arrogance of chefs."  And just as a pack of cats can be called a clowder, clutter, pounce, dout, nuisance, glorying, or glare (but not a pack) and kittens can be called a kindle, litter, or intrigue and cats wearing glasses can be called a geek, surprise, or impossibility and wild cats are simply a destruction, so those chefs can be many-named.


We'll do this in segments (beginning with A-F), interspersed with thoughts about pants, no-pants, underpants, uberpants, and--of course--farting.  Add your own names, your own groups.  Disagree with me.  Share the names with your friends and enemies.  Start using them in public.  Let's get them in the dictionary before we die.



adulterers
transgress, alibi, caprice
accountants
deceit, morgue, receipt, conceit
agents
veiling, unveiling
anarchists
constitution, vacancy, non-existence
architects
erection, fenestration
baptismal candidates
cowardice, wetness, confession
bastards
stew, confusion
believers
lobotomy, earnestness, syllogism
bums
query, emancipation
cashiers
catastrophe, mausoleum, flirtation
chefs
competition, arrogance, suicide
children
amorality
consultants
semiotics, jealousy
couriers
illegality
cowards
comfort, tradition, omnipresence
crossword addicts
cabal
cuckolds
camaraderie, barnyard, greenhouse, serenity
dancers
anorexia, diet
doctors
obfuscation
donut-lovers
cancer, exegesis
dropouts
icharus
engineers
balustrade, catapult, kingdom, input, euphemism (sanitation)
entrepreneurs
resurrection, hummer
epileptics
unpredictability
executives
clone, treason
farmers
reduction, irrelevance
fashion students
aggression
fathers
memory, poverty, absence
fornicators
ingress, confession, condom
freshmen
syphilis

6 comments:

  1. Yikes! The Secular Sadoo has had its launch and I missed it! At least I didn't miss lunch. When I've finished this tuna sandwich I'll go back and do some reading. For now, let me add: a grumpy of principals. And also I'd like some commentary on the product known as Pantene. I think it should be a kind of short pants but apparently it's shampoo. Sham Poo, indeed!

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  2. I agree. I would like to see much more about all things to do with pants. Like pantheism and pantophagy and pantisocracies. I also side with Marie Telephone in renaming the capri the pantene. And naming non-skirted canteens as panteens.

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  3. Ring a ding ding!
    Pant thing
    you make my heart sing
    click
    bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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  4. I would like The Sadoo to talk about talking more. Talking on the telephone. Talking the newfangled ways. Talking the old old ways, like, face to face and such when you can smell each others obscenities. I would like to understand why people hang up on me so often. The click bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz thing is beginning to irritate me. I need more pants and singing.

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  5. My blog's way better--

    http://jesuspanoramica.blogspot.com/

    Eat that.

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  6. Oh oh OHHH .... I want to be a Fabulous of Fritzes!!

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