Fit to burst
I am still here, course I am: but I'm keeping my head down and my fat gob shut. Too busy to blog, as I've said, but also too angry these days: so many things in the news, my blood is just boiling. I don't write well about political issues, nor yet thoughtfully nor even coherently; and since I can't think straight enough to write of anything else at the moment, I choose to refrain from writing entirely. Thus the essential attribute of the confrontation avoidant, and one of the few things about me that drives my belovèd crazy on occasion.
posted by Xenoverse at Thursday, November 17, 2005
4 Comments:
I keep telling you: run for governor. A lack of ability to articulate political vision didn't stop your current gov - why should it deter you? Hell, I'd vote for you - early and often, as the saying goes.
Well, just join our other three ring circus over at my place, Bleak Mouse, DarkoV, and Jim (of Serotoinin Rain fame).
We miss your humor!
"Gob" is an interesting word, applicable to both the mouth and the substance which comes out of it.
"Fat gob", therefore, is a phrase that, er, speaks volumes, verging on poetry.
Interesting: in my world it is a noun (mouth) and a verb (to spit), but I can't quite shake the perception you are correct too in thinking it often refers, phlegmatically, to "that which is gobbed"?
A multi-purpose word indeed.
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