Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Big noise

I've been reading a big biography about Led Zeppelin
As far as I know They used very few ukuleles

The black stripe around the edge of uke is called purfling, a word that I just can't seem to stop saying these days


Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Purfling is indeed a word worthy of
much consideration and repetition.
It has the harshness of scatology
and the mystery of some creative
act, like it might have been a word
used in the kama sutra, or that one
might find stamped on rubber goods
at an adult "love" shop.
It also has a scientific ring to it,
like it was part of a very complete
rendering process, before something
could be put in a cyclotron.
Matter has to go through complete
purfling before anatomically it can
separate its atoms properly.
Or it could be a medical term,
that a purfling clamp must be
used during all rectal reconstruction.
Or it might be a gardening tip,
that when creating hybrids, one
must remember the purfling stage,
when the plant genetics are unstable.
Or it could be a aerodynamic term,
that when your plane begins the
purfling, it must be bailed out of,
because here is no recovery from
purfling; it will tear the wings off.
Or it is a racing term, that when
someone is driving 250mph,
in a tight corner, and their wheels
start purfling, one has to pray
that the lugs will hold, or the
front end will just fly apart.
Or it might be a nautical term,
that when a sailor is tying knots
and they get too tight, and one
cannot untie them, you have to
use the purfling tool to loosen
the hemp. Or it might be a
Drug term, like when you are
cooking meth, and it begins to
turn purple, and starts purfling,
you need to run like hell.
Or it might be a hairdresser's term,
for after one puts their hair in
corn rows, after 3 months, when
the larva begins to develop from
not washing one's hair thoroughly,
the ends begin purfling, and it is
definitely time to unravel the hair.
Or it could be a fishing term,
when deep sea fishing for Marlin,
after you put the flashers and
multi-hooks on your gear, you
put six red balls near the hooks
so that the line will begin
purfling; the Marlin love that.
Yes, sir, you have unearthed
a literary treasure trove, for sure.

9:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The world is mud-lucious
and puddle-wonderful.

............e.e. cummings

10:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It is also palmerrific
and buttkuserful.

...........Eddie Emerald

10:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Doc Frankie der, whut duz yer boy reely
looklike? Mike Sarrazin played em once, and
for a time, fore da flesh decayed, was rite
ansome; but never boring. My favrite depickshun
of youse was by Sting in Da Bride, wid dat
Flasherdancing broad in der as da nuptialee.


11:02 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mary Shelly and I were acquaintances.
Did any of you know that?


11:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Maybe over here, doll lips, but
I seriously doubt you ran in the
same crowd as Byron and them.

.............Edgar Poo

11:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was nauseous and tingly
all over. I was either in love
or I had smallpox.

................Woody Allen

11:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What you had, and still have,
that was so small it took a
magnifying glass and tweezers
to have sex with you, was
hidden in your fruits of the
loom folds, loser.

............Louise Laser

11:08 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

I remember that great quote of
Woody's...."My ex-wife, Louise
got a ticket the other day, and
I can assure you it was not for
a moving violation."

11:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The only difference
between suicide and
martyrdom is
press coverage.

............Chuck Palahniuk

11:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I guess one could say that
about wars and celebrity
divorces too, enit?

...........Big Mama

11:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Woody never asks me to be in any
of his movies. I think he's intimidated
by either my beauty, or my right

............Whoopi G.

11:13 AM  

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