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awanderingbard) wrote2013-11-20 12:48 am
awanderingbard) wrote2013-11-20 12:48 am
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Words!
My mum accused me of garfling today, and it got me thinking about something. Does anyone else have words or phrases that are unique to their family, or at least not commonly heard where you grew up?
My family words:
Garfle -- to mess up a basket of folded laundry in search of an item near the bottom.
Chuff -- what the printer does when it keeps spitting paper out with one or two characters on it.
Gros pitune -- an overweight person, who is nonetheless adorable
Nose draft -- the window in the back of a van that only opens slightly
"Get in the car, Martha!" -- a phrase stemming from a vacation my parents took where there was an older gentlemen bellowing at his wife to 'get in the picture, Martha!', which was apparently funny enough to become a catchphrase between them. Now used to tell someone to hurry up.
"Nothing broke!" -- called upon creating a loud noise, stemming from my klutzy tendencies as a child and my assurances that no assistance was required.
My family words:
Garfle -- to mess up a basket of folded laundry in search of an item near the bottom.
Chuff -- what the printer does when it keeps spitting paper out with one or two characters on it.
Gros pitune -- an overweight person, who is nonetheless adorable
Nose draft -- the window in the back of a van that only opens slightly
"Get in the car, Martha!" -- a phrase stemming from a vacation my parents took where there was an older gentlemen bellowing at his wife to 'get in the picture, Martha!', which was apparently funny enough to become a catchphrase between them. Now used to tell someone to hurry up.
"Nothing broke!" -- called upon creating a loud noise, stemming from my klutzy tendencies as a child and my assurances that no assistance was required.
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When I still lived with her and when I visit her, on Wednesdays she or I would sometimes shout "Garbage Day!!!" to each other because we once saw it in a horror movie and the delivery was so randomly crazy it bears repeating whenever it is Garbage Day at her house.
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There was a lady my mum used to work with, who had a person photo bomb her family at an aquarium and they've developed a whole mythology about this person. They call him Corky, and every year they give each other really awful gifts 'from him' as though he were a member of the family.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7gIpuIVE3k
They call him Corky, and every year they give each other really awful gifts 'from him' as though he were a member of the family.
That's both hilarious and creepy. In other words, perfection.
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My mum uses 'it's dead, Jim' in a very Bones McCoy voice whenever something's batteries have run out. We also use 'is that the whole chain, or just the local branch?' from 'O, Brother where art thou?' whenever Woolworth's is mentioned, due to my mother almost literally ROLFing because of it, for reasons she could never quite articulate. It made the Woolwoth episode of Mr Selfrige very interesting.
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My mum uses 'it's dead, Jim' in a very Bones McCoy voice whenever something's batteries have run out.
Tee hee! Bones has so many good quotables.
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Ha! Awesome!
I do randomly love that the set decorators for Sherlock added a lucky cat to 221B. I'd love to know whether it was Sherlock or John who went back to buy one, or if John was eventuality persuaded to buy one from the lady, or if it was some sort of gag gift to the other for a birthday or Christmas. It seems like a Sherlock way of gift giving, 'remember that case where you and your girlfriend were almost killed? Good times.'
I love it when set decorators go the extra mile.
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Oh! Very randomly I had a dream last night where I was watching a new episode of Sherlock. The scene that I was watching involved John shouting at Sherlock about a mess he'd left lying around (glass, chemical, ect.) mainly because John worries that Abby would get to them. During the dream the conversation felt totally normal. When I woke up I realized my brain has accepted your Abby!verse as show canon. Well done!
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I am both thrilled and horrified by this. Especially since your scenario is entirely within the realms of possibility. I can just picture Sherlock going 'this is my house, I can do what I want! You're not the boss of me!' in response, too. Speaking of Abby, I saw this (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e9/dc/2b/e9dc2b5078b3b7978fc59304ec6f59c9.jpg) the other day, and it became instant headcanon. I feel like this it what happens when Sherlock baby-sits.
Did you see that John has updated his blog? (http://www.johnwatsonblog.co.uk/)
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I did not! I need to check that out.
Hahaha! That photo. Sherlock is a bare minimum sort of babysitter. As long as the child doesn't get damaged, it's a win.
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Hahaha! That photo. Sherlock is a bare minimum sort of babysitter. As long as the child doesn't get damaged, it's a win.
Hee! I'm picturing there being a wall of 221B covered in ink as well, and Sherlock just sort of approving of the rebellion but terrified of Mrs Hudson's wrath.
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John would probably offer to pay to have it painted over, which Mrs. Hudson would sweetly refuse.
Because she's planning on either making Sherlock paint it over or just add it to his rent.
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"No, John, if you do it, he'll never learn."
And Sherlock loudly complaining that Abby should be the one painting, it's not his fault, why do you always take her side.
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John: She's my child.
Sherlock: I'm your former flatmate, Mrs. Hudson is your former landlady. Now that we've all established our relationships to one another, answer the question!
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John: She's two, Sherlock, she doesn't know better.
Sherlock: At two, I was already solving cases! I didn't need someone ensuring that I knew where it was appropriate to use a pen! *Abby starts crying*
John: Sherlock!
Sherlock: *panicked look* I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I'll ring for a painter tomorrow.
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John: Sherlock!
Sherlock: *panicked look* I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I'll ring for a painter tomorrow.
Haha! Crying child trumps all.
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Sherlock: That is a very poor deduction of the facts.
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Sherlock: I see you intend on not teaching your child anything important.
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Sherlock: I'm perfectly well-adjusted.
John: You pretended to jump off a building and were dead for two years, and you've just tried to make a toddler paint a wall for you.
Sherlock: Why do you keep stating the obvious as though it's an argument?
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I think my brain is trying to condense everything down to make it somehow easier. HAHA EASIER! Silly, brain.
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I intend to try and write some canon stuff before Series Three starts, to make sure I can still do it.
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More kid!fic for you and more tragedy and angst for me!
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