i just now had an encounter in the dog park wherein a nasty man went a little too far in reminding me that dogs are supposed to be on leashes there. (in fact it is the law but not the custom there--90% of the people there have dogs who are not on leashes.) in response to his inordinately mean comment i said (obviously sarcastically), "oh, what a nice neighbor you are." to which he responded, "that's right, babycakes."
who the fuck calls anyone babycakes? do i live in a dick tracy comic book or raymond chandler novel? what decade is this?
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About Me
- Elizabeth
i was an assistant professor of English in the ROC. now i am a visiting assistant professor of English in the thinly veiled town of Whitesville, home of a big southern research university.
there are many travails to report in the life of such a person as myself, but you shan't find them here. if you are a student or a colleague, welcome! and never fear; your secrets are safe with me.
i enjoy staring, cooking, complaining, yoga, and the occasional bon mot.
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4 comments:
i'm pretty sure one of cormac mccarthy's characters would get called babycakes.
if memory serves, you used to frequent a pub downstairs on a main corner of a college town (whose name began with a "z") where you would become tipsy and then proceed to dance on a table-top to a self-styled tune entitled "just call me babycakes."
some of us know the truth, miss thang.
warm regards,
seinsfrage at gmail dot com
s.d.n.d.: if you are who i think you are, and that college town is the one i think it is, and that pub is the one i think it is, oh, yeah! but this guy wasn't there! that's the weird part.
seinsfrage? is that a heidegger joke? (is there such a thing as a heidegger joke?)
yes, tis i, albeit in altered form (more on that some other time).
it's funny (no pun intended [as if it's about intentions]) that you ask me if seinsfrage is some kind of heidegger joke. at a conference just a couple of days ago a dude named nealon asked me, "what's the german word for funny?" before i could begin searching my now dusty german databank the same person then said: "never mind, all you've ever read in german is heidegger."
you're both right: heidegger no funny. somehow, though, that doesn't seem to stop folks from tittering when i refer to the worldliness of the world in its worlding. go figure.
some dude named dan
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