I have needed the "teaspoon state" concept for a long time.
Willow ,'Empty Places'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
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Usually it involves late hours of the night and the like, of course.
Intoxicants also help. GREAT phrase; thank you.
I am going to incorporate "teaspoon state" into my vocabulary.
Also, can we finish this thread right quick so I stop being earwormed with "I've Been Through the Desert on a Freak With No Name" EVERY SINGLE DAY?
flea is me; I am flea.
It should have just stayed to be named later.
msbelle! It's not me, it's the Hebrew. I'm betting the phrase was born in the Israeli army, but I don't have anything to back that up. I'm so glad y'all like it.
isn't this late for you?
It's 8pm. So both yes and no as to the "late", I guess. There's this scholarships ceremony on Thursday. At frst they wanted me to give a "thank you" speech. Then they wanted me to talk a bit about my research. Then they didn't want me to talk at all. Then - earlier this week - they decided they want me to talk about my research after all. And I need to e-mail them the Powerpoint presentation tonight, at the latest, so, here I am, playing on b.org, of course, as the most efficient way to finish that as soon as possible.
And how are you doing?
In Hebrew there's a slang expression called "teaspoon state" to describe just that. It's when the sight of a teaspoon or the pronunciation of the word are considered hillarious. Usually it involves late hours of the night and the like, of course.I think we need to introduce this expression into the English language. I t heart it.
TEASPOON STATE!
It is a bee-yoo-tee-ful day outside, and I just had a nice walk and then sat on my front steps talking on the phone. And it's only 1 pm! I am more glad than ever that I didn't force myself to go to the post office on Saturday, when it was all apocalyptic outside.
Oh no, Peter Jennings.
Oh no! Will I ever get my chance to be Mrs. Jennings #8??
Oh, a little earworm never killed anyone.
Butch it up.
Which is my new favourite phrase. Butch it up, butch it up, butch it up.
I had a boss who wanted me to hang a whiteboard. He started out by asking me if I was butch.
Which is my new favourite phrase. Butch it up, butch it up, butch it up.
Is there a little dance that goes with this? I bet there is.