Thievius Marbleious Brandonium
Dec. 29th, 2007 10:31 amMr. B: "These are 'pecial 'pecial moibles."
Justin: "What?"
Dad: "Special, special marbles."
Justin: "Oh, that's what he said."
Mr. B: "Yep, dey is 'pecial."
~ ~ ~
Justin: "Hey, some of those are mine! Did you go into my room and take my marbles?"
Mr. B: "No. Rachel took 'em."
Rachel: "Hey, he told me they were his, and he asked me to get them!"
~ ~ ~
Me, verifying the first blurb re: 'pecial with Justin; Brandon overhears: "They're 'pecial moibles. This one is 'pecially 'pecial."
Justin: "What?"
Dad: "Special, special marbles."
Justin: "Oh, that's what he said."
Mr. B: "Yep, dey is 'pecial."
~ ~ ~
Justin: "Hey, some of those are mine! Did you go into my room and take my marbles?"
Mr. B: "No. Rachel took 'em."
Rachel: "Hey, he told me they were his, and he asked me to get them!"
~ ~ ~
Me, verifying the first blurb re: 'pecial with Justin; Brandon overhears: "They're 'pecial moibles. This one is 'pecially 'pecial."
Brandonisms
Dec. 24th, 2007 01:14 pm"I need to ask you a message..."
"I'm going to put this candy cane back on the Kissmas tree."
Mr. B: "Wooooo woooo I'm a ghostie."
Me: "Well than, I'm going to hug a ghostie."
Mr. B: "I'm not a ghostie, I'm Bwandon. You can hug me!"
(After a ghostie walks into a toy because he can't see through his ghostiness) "What did I bonk inta?"
I'm kinda liking the name "Kissmas"... seems fitting... and somehow, I tend to think most of those who are or have been honored at this time of year would smile and approve...
"I'm going to put this candy cane back on the Kissmas tree."
Mr. B: "Wooooo woooo I'm a ghostie."
Me: "Well than, I'm going to hug a ghostie."
Mr. B: "I'm not a ghostie, I'm Bwandon. You can hug me!"
(After a ghostie walks into a toy because he can't see through his ghostiness) "What did I bonk inta?"
I'm kinda liking the name "Kissmas"... seems fitting... and somehow, I tend to think most of those who are or have been honored at this time of year would smile and approve...
Brandonisms
Dec. 18th, 2007 07:41 pm"Diggin' deep just to yo it away" -- Linkin Park translated via Brandonism (Don't look at me. They don't impress me much. Speaking of Shania Twain, the new Joan Bon Jovi album is Shania's best album yet. Jumping back (because that's the order was in the discs in Deb's car) the new(er?) Linkin Park is not all that bad. Weak in places, but not too cringeworthy.)
Deb: Where's the new Bionicle?
Mr. B: Oh, he's in my toy box, and you can go get him in my toy box, if you want to.
A few notes on my current sleeping companions, with regards to how they relate to Mr. B: my beluga (which I got for Mr. B, pretend it's "mine", so I can let him "borrow" it when he needs some extra comforting), my blue footed boobie (ditto), my Y2K bug (which predates Mr. B, but he appropriated him, and just returned him the other day), a Bumble (which is supposed to be part of the holiday decorations, but Mr. B thinks needs to keep me company, and occasionally eat a nose or two), Tweety Bird (yeah, that little guy, except bigger than the Bumble; Mr. B brought him in the other day and tucked him in next to me), and his extra special Bunny Bear (a smallish teddy bear in blue bunny jammies - Mr. B's absolute favorite stuffed animal, who joined me the same time as Tweety; showed him to Deb and she was practically in awe that Mr. B would leave him in my bed).
And I keep forgetting if I mentioned this one:
Mr. B: "I will get it my 'elf."
Me: "You're my elf, all right."
Mr. B: "I'm not your 'elf, you're your 'elf. I'm my 'elf."
Deb: Where's the new Bionicle?
Mr. B: Oh, he's in my toy box, and you can go get him in my toy box, if you want to.
A few notes on my current sleeping companions, with regards to how they relate to Mr. B: my beluga (which I got for Mr. B, pretend it's "mine", so I can let him "borrow" it when he needs some extra comforting), my blue footed boobie (ditto), my Y2K bug (which predates Mr. B, but he appropriated him, and just returned him the other day), a Bumble (which is supposed to be part of the holiday decorations, but Mr. B thinks needs to keep me company, and occasionally eat a nose or two), Tweety Bird (yeah, that little guy, except bigger than the Bumble; Mr. B brought him in the other day and tucked him in next to me), and his extra special Bunny Bear (a smallish teddy bear in blue bunny jammies - Mr. B's absolute favorite stuffed animal, who joined me the same time as Tweety; showed him to Deb and she was practically in awe that Mr. B would leave him in my bed).
And I keep forgetting if I mentioned this one:
Mr. B: "I will get it my 'elf."
Me: "You're my elf, all right."
Mr. B: "I'm not your 'elf, you're your 'elf. I'm my 'elf."
Trick or Treat
Nov. 1st, 2007 10:25 amLast night was Brandon's first time going door-to-door on Halloween. He went as a fireman, with his bright yellow jacket, a yellow helmet with visor, heavy coveralls, and big ol' boots. Deb made him an axe out of foil & a stick. Turns out you can (once again) buy tons of guns, soldiering, and policing type stuff at toy stores, but there was nary a playset or single piece of toy equipment for a fireman to be found.
On the way back to the house, Mr. B was excited to get down to the real business of the night: eating some of the two pumpkins-full of candy he collected. He turned to Deb and said "Dad seerily likes candy" in a very seeril, I mean serious, tone.
Rachel went as an artist - all paint-splattered and Jillyish - and her cousin Dariah went as an award winning gymnast. I asked both girls when they were going to change into costumes - Rachel is starting deny she can do artwork (although she limited her denials to watercolors) and Dariah is a gymnast, and if she hasn't picked up awards yet I expect she might sometime soon.
Justin and I handed out candy, and we had to close down shop about a half hour or forty-five minutes early on account of running out. First time in four years that we ran out of candy. Actually, one of the first times in my life. Even when we were in Bethlehem, we barely handed out stuff to more than two or three kids, even though we were just on the edge of a neighborhood that made those overly populated cinematic Halloween sequences look like ghost towns (seriously, I mean, seerily, most houses on one of the streets would run out of candy within a half hour or so... each house would have a line of kids waiting...)
This was also the first night in maybe a dozen years that trick-or-treating actually coincided with Halloween. Eastern Pennsylvanians are strange people, what with all this random date determination and all.
After we shut down, Justin and I took a look at the stars. The lights from the neighboring house still blazed bright, but we were able to pick out a lot more up there than I ever recall seeing before. Nice night for it.
On the way back to the house, Mr. B was excited to get down to the real business of the night: eating some of the two pumpkins-full of candy he collected. He turned to Deb and said "Dad seerily likes candy" in a very seeril, I mean serious, tone.
Rachel went as an artist - all paint-splattered and Jillyish - and her cousin Dariah went as an award winning gymnast. I asked both girls when they were going to change into costumes - Rachel is starting deny she can do artwork (although she limited her denials to watercolors) and Dariah is a gymnast, and if she hasn't picked up awards yet I expect she might sometime soon.
Justin and I handed out candy, and we had to close down shop about a half hour or forty-five minutes early on account of running out. First time in four years that we ran out of candy. Actually, one of the first times in my life. Even when we were in Bethlehem, we barely handed out stuff to more than two or three kids, even though we were just on the edge of a neighborhood that made those overly populated cinematic Halloween sequences look like ghost towns (seriously, I mean, seerily, most houses on one of the streets would run out of candy within a half hour or so... each house would have a line of kids waiting...)
This was also the first night in maybe a dozen years that trick-or-treating actually coincided with Halloween. Eastern Pennsylvanians are strange people, what with all this random date determination and all.
After we shut down, Justin and I took a look at the stars. The lights from the neighboring house still blazed bright, but we were able to pick out a lot more up there than I ever recall seeing before. Nice night for it.
Brandonisms
Oct. 25th, 2007 09:23 pm(this episode guest starring Rachel...)
(after dinner: Mom, Dad, Justin - sitting in family room; Rachel & Mr. B wandering around looking for something to do)
Mr. B: Rachel, did you do your homework
Rachel: Oh, no I forgot to... (rushes off to do homework)
. . .
Mom (to Dad): Did you ask him to remind her to do her homework?
Dad: No. (to Justin): Did you?
Justin: No.
(Mom questions Rachel and finds out the entirety of the message originated with Mr. B, no prompting involved.)
- - - -
(Upstairs bathroom, Dad assisting with bandaids for Mr. B, Rachel taking care of the stabbing wound she received via a schoolmate's pencil)
Dad: This is just a regular ER now.
Rachel: ER?
Dad: Yep. ER.
Rachel: What's that?
Dad: You should know what an ER is.
Rachel: Endoplasmic reticulum?
Dad: What's that?
. . .
Mr. B (to Mom): How's your ennoplamiculum?
Mom: They're okay.
Mr. B (calms down, settles into bed)
(after dinner: Mom, Dad, Justin - sitting in family room; Rachel & Mr. B wandering around looking for something to do)
Mr. B: Rachel, did you do your homework
Rachel: Oh, no I forgot to... (rushes off to do homework)
. . .
Mom (to Dad): Did you ask him to remind her to do her homework?
Dad: No. (to Justin): Did you?
Justin: No.
(Mom questions Rachel and finds out the entirety of the message originated with Mr. B, no prompting involved.)
- - - -
(Upstairs bathroom, Dad assisting with bandaids for Mr. B, Rachel taking care of the stabbing wound she received via a schoolmate's pencil)
Dad: This is just a regular ER now.
Rachel: ER?
Dad: Yep. ER.
Rachel: What's that?
Dad: You should know what an ER is.
Rachel: Endoplasmic reticulum?
Dad: What's that?
. . .
Mr. B (to Mom): How's your ennoplamiculum?
Mom: They're okay.
Mr. B (calms down, settles into bed)
Brandonisms
Sep. 30th, 2007 08:20 pmSetup: Deb clipped his fingernails. Not too short, just regular-like.
Mr. B: "I need my nail back."
Deb: "Why do you need your nail back?"
Mr. B: "So I can pick my nose."
~ ~ ~
Mr. B, singing: "Jonah was a plop-it, oooo oooo... Jonah was a plop-it, oooo oooo... "
~ ~ ~
Mr. B: "You sicken me, deceitful one!" (Leg-o-lamb's response to Ear-a-corn, upon the former's discovery that the latter is nothing but an Elvish impersonator).
~ ~ ~
Mr. B: "Once upon a time there was a racoon who was Rachel who was a racoon who was Rachel.. " (etcetera)
Mr. B: "I need my nail back."
Deb: "Why do you need your nail back?"
Mr. B: "So I can pick my nose."
~ ~ ~
Mr. B, singing: "Jonah was a plop-it, oooo oooo... Jonah was a plop-it, oooo oooo... "
~ ~ ~
Mr. B: "You sicken me, deceitful one!" (Leg-o-lamb's response to Ear-a-corn, upon the former's discovery that the latter is nothing but an Elvish impersonator).
~ ~ ~
Mr. B: "Once upon a time there was a racoon who was Rachel who was a racoon who was Rachel.. " (etcetera)
Updatia Type Stuff
Sep. 10th, 2007 02:29 pmA couple of new Brandonisms:
neener neener - used as one might guess, this little gem is also mistakenly used as a follow up to a safety-related scold, as in: "I don't have to. Neener neener." He was rather disappointed to find out that not only did he have to, but I didn't find it as entertaining as his big sister did - who egged him on to it and stood in the corner for the half a minute I pointed this lack of entertainment out to him. She was also the one who taught him this gesture.
'Eakey, 'eakey! - revenge upon big sister, as her band nickname makes for a scathing insult when wielded by one who will be three years old tomorrow.
male bonding - what happens at the house when Deb takes Rachel out, leaving Mr. B with Justin or me, or if all three of the guys are home alone. Sunday - as the girls ran out for a quick soccer photo session - male bonding involved a hammered dulcimer, chanter, recorder, rainstick made from a bit of cactus, native wooden flute, orchestral flute, electronic percussion, and a djembe. We suspect that the result of said male bonding was what really scared the bear away from next door and saved Hugs & Kisses from death by stupidly barking at a small bear twenty times bigger than them. The neighbor yelling at said bear was probably less disturbing than three of us playing a variety of instruments rather badly. We did discover that the modern orchestral flute is the only instrument on this planet (or any others we've been to) that I can play better than Justin. This isn't really saying much. We also proved that the wind needed to play trumpet can be aimed into a highland pipe chanter, and it sounds better that way then when I try.
Later in the day, we played a tiny little bit. Rachel and Justin practiced a number of things. I spent most of the time discovering that active pickups need batteries to work, 9-volt batteries last somewhat less than a decade even if they're not used, and, most importantly, that some moron kid who had his 1969 Guild S-60 refinished and assembled with three active EMG single coil pickups really should have said "Yes, please" when the guy doing the work back in the early to mid Eighties asked if he should cut out some of the back to provide access to the battery. The strings were at least a dozen years old, so it was worth it to take them off; it was unfortunate that the entire front pick guard had to be removed (involving the removal of all the strings) to be able to plug in the guitar and hear the results via an amplifier. There's a buzzing on the first fret, killing the open notes on the D and B strings, but other than that it plays much better than I had remembered.
I worked with Justin for a little bit on some improvisation - trading blues lines back and forth. He gets overly frustrated trying to think about what note would sound good, and what should come next. He is apparently a little un-trusting that centuries of music theory agree that any of those seven notes in the scale would work - five, actually, as we stuck with the pentatonic for the exercise. Early in the day, he watched and then worked through the first exercise in the piano lesson DVD I picked up for him. Funny enough, it stressed a few things I had said were critical for him to learn from it: posture, finger position, & improvisation.
Saturday, I took care of some things I had to do - but really, there's so much going on, and so much to do, that I didn't get enough done this weekend.
There was a really impressively powerful thunderstorm in there somewhere as well.
neener neener - used as one might guess, this little gem is also mistakenly used as a follow up to a safety-related scold, as in: "I don't have to. Neener neener." He was rather disappointed to find out that not only did he have to, but I didn't find it as entertaining as his big sister did - who egged him on to it and stood in the corner for the half a minute I pointed this lack of entertainment out to him. She was also the one who taught him this gesture.
'Eakey, 'eakey! - revenge upon big sister, as her band nickname makes for a scathing insult when wielded by one who will be three years old tomorrow.
male bonding - what happens at the house when Deb takes Rachel out, leaving Mr. B with Justin or me, or if all three of the guys are home alone. Sunday - as the girls ran out for a quick soccer photo session - male bonding involved a hammered dulcimer, chanter, recorder, rainstick made from a bit of cactus, native wooden flute, orchestral flute, electronic percussion, and a djembe. We suspect that the result of said male bonding was what really scared the bear away from next door and saved Hugs & Kisses from death by stupidly barking at a small bear twenty times bigger than them. The neighbor yelling at said bear was probably less disturbing than three of us playing a variety of instruments rather badly. We did discover that the modern orchestral flute is the only instrument on this planet (or any others we've been to) that I can play better than Justin. This isn't really saying much. We also proved that the wind needed to play trumpet can be aimed into a highland pipe chanter, and it sounds better that way then when I try.
Later in the day, we played a tiny little bit. Rachel and Justin practiced a number of things. I spent most of the time discovering that active pickups need batteries to work, 9-volt batteries last somewhat less than a decade even if they're not used, and, most importantly, that some moron kid who had his 1969 Guild S-60 refinished and assembled with three active EMG single coil pickups really should have said "Yes, please" when the guy doing the work back in the early to mid Eighties asked if he should cut out some of the back to provide access to the battery. The strings were at least a dozen years old, so it was worth it to take them off; it was unfortunate that the entire front pick guard had to be removed (involving the removal of all the strings) to be able to plug in the guitar and hear the results via an amplifier. There's a buzzing on the first fret, killing the open notes on the D and B strings, but other than that it plays much better than I had remembered.
I worked with Justin for a little bit on some improvisation - trading blues lines back and forth. He gets overly frustrated trying to think about what note would sound good, and what should come next. He is apparently a little un-trusting that centuries of music theory agree that any of those seven notes in the scale would work - five, actually, as we stuck with the pentatonic for the exercise. Early in the day, he watched and then worked through the first exercise in the piano lesson DVD I picked up for him. Funny enough, it stressed a few things I had said were critical for him to learn from it: posture, finger position, & improvisation.
Saturday, I took care of some things I had to do - but really, there's so much going on, and so much to do, that I didn't get enough done this weekend.
There was a really impressively powerful thunderstorm in there somewhere as well.
Brandonisms
Sep. 2nd, 2007 11:08 amWinagahna (win-nah-gah-nah) - good; usage: "You're a winagahna mommy."1 "Ooot nacks are winagahna."
This differs from most prior Brandonisms in that it is not a creative adjustment to an existing word, but an entirely new creation. Its origin is, perhaps, rooted in the Muppet Show song Mahna Mahna, as it substitutes nicely into that tune.
1: Additional note on usage: In the above example, note that mommy is winagahna. This is not combined with the usage of the suffix "-ah", which is wielded to bug the heck out of mommyah. =)
This differs from most prior Brandonisms in that it is not a creative adjustment to an existing word, but an entirely new creation. Its origin is, perhaps, rooted in the Muppet Show song Mahna Mahna, as it substitutes nicely into that tune.
1: Additional note on usage: In the above example, note that mommy is winagahna. This is not combined with the usage of the suffix "-ah", which is wielded to bug the heck out of mommyah. =)
This is post is one-half a reminder to myself to write more on the subjects - both Love and Language - and one-half a kick off in and of itself of discussion. It was originally a response to a post by
heartssdesire, and like she did in her post, I found the subject intriguing enough - on several levels - to reproduce here for future reference.
Very thought provoking. I almost perfectly agree with you - I would change things ever so slightly, just a shade, such as: "will we be less able to feel deep love" to "will we be less likely to feel deep love" to come up with my own interpretation. Then again, more than one religious group has been frustrated with me over my ability "to see good in everything," which I kind of misunderstood to be the point of those particular groups.
I tend to go on at great length about the simplification of language - although I generally go at the subject not from the point of changing meaning, angling instead at the "dumbing down" of the concepts being discussed and the method of communicating those reduced concepts.
I do feel the words themselves can be more malleable, after all "words can have two meanings," so I'm not altogether against watered down meanings - or, at least, I haven't put specific thought towards that area. While I admit to using some of the simplified meanings, but I also retain an understanding of the deeper - or at least more archaic - meanings. In fact, in my poetry, I often play with that relationship, encouraging multiple interpretations.
Ironically, I've been thinking a lot about the diminishing nature of love - not some of the specifics you mentioned directly, but how it is often used to describe something in the singular, when it can be applied much more broadly and still retain a deep meaning.
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Very thought provoking. I almost perfectly agree with you - I would change things ever so slightly, just a shade, such as: "will we be less able to feel deep love" to "will we be less likely to feel deep love" to come up with my own interpretation. Then again, more than one religious group has been frustrated with me over my ability "to see good in everything," which I kind of misunderstood to be the point of those particular groups.
I tend to go on at great length about the simplification of language - although I generally go at the subject not from the point of changing meaning, angling instead at the "dumbing down" of the concepts being discussed and the method of communicating those reduced concepts.
I do feel the words themselves can be more malleable, after all "words can have two meanings," so I'm not altogether against watered down meanings - or, at least, I haven't put specific thought towards that area. While I admit to using some of the simplified meanings, but I also retain an understanding of the deeper - or at least more archaic - meanings. In fact, in my poetry, I often play with that relationship, encouraging multiple interpretations.
Ironically, I've been thinking a lot about the diminishing nature of love - not some of the specifics you mentioned directly, but how it is often used to describe something in the singular, when it can be applied much more broadly and still retain a deep meaning.