Friday, April 28, 2006

What is a mardy bum anyway?
I've been running into this phrase a lot lately (I guess on account of the Arctic Monkeys' song) and I think it's great and I would love to use it in conversation, but I don't know what it means. I think it's probably not flattering.
Oh. I just googled it and it's a moody, sulky person. Well that's not as much fun as I thought it would be. But I'm still going to use it.
You know what's really mardy bumming me out?
I've just noticed these tiny little wrinkles starting to form around my lips. Overnight! They're not bad now, but what will they be like tomorrow? I don't even notice the deep horizontal crevasse I have on my forehead over my right eyebrow (from cocking my eyebrow disapprovingly at people), so I don't know why these miniscule little wrinkles bother me. I guess I'm just being a mardy bum.
HAHAHA the NME cartoon this week is entitled "Chris Martin sparks naming-kids-after-your-songs frenzy!", because the new baby Martin is called Moses and Coldplay have a song called Moses. Or was that painfully obvious? Queen of the painfully obvious I am.
Anyhoo, he's holding a bearded baby and saying "Moses Martin, my little wave parter".
Alex Turner is saying "Mardy Bum Turner, always whining" (there it is again! See?)
Carl Barat is saying "You Fucking Love It Barat, he'll thank me when he gets older." (haha I'll bet he will!)
And Thom Yorke is saying "2+2=5 Yorke, she hates George Bush." (Well at least he didn't name her Idioteque)

Have a great weekend, you Mardy Bums!

11 comments:

Will said...

Mardy Bum????? The possibilities are endless. Now I'm kinda pissed that I just got named will. So, I've decided - since my cousin changed her name ... to Lala (but not because of the Ashlee Simpson song - that I will change mine ... to a song. Hmmmm ...

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Poor Will, you really must pick something more suitable. Now I wouldn't presume to pick a name for you, but if I were to pick one for myself...you're right, the possibilities ARE endless.

Off hand, Franz Ferdinand come to mind (Evil and a Heathen), as do the Replacements (Bastards of Young), ohh and Belle and Sebastian (Judy is a Dick Slap - for no particular reason, just because it sounds cool). Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner would work well too, if a trifle on the long side.

Good luck with your new song name.

Alana said...

Hey Barbara, just thought I'd let you know (incase you didn't already) that you're back on the Hour's blog tracker, and that I just added your site to my Favorites, I really like your style of writing. Thanks for stopping by my site again! :)

Alana

Barbara said...

Barbara B. I don't think you were ever off that list. Sometimes on there twice. I emailed Jeremy of The Hour over a week ago and suggested he put more updated bloglinks on. So it's my own fault, 'cause he listened to me. I have to stop this emailing. But as you know since I turned 40 I can't shut up.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Thanks Alana (that's much easier to type), I was thinking the same thing about your site! And I love the fact that you have disdain for netspeak. I will return the favour gladly.

I believe you are right, Barbara W, that my link stayed on blogtracker, but I do think they added my last name recently.
You're addicted to emailing Jeremy, nyah, nyah, nyah!

phlegmfatale said...

it's one thing to have little or big wrinkles. It's when they turn into intersecting X wrinkles that it gets scary! sympathy on that count, but I'll take the wrinkles, as opposed to the alternative. Eh, call me a Mardy Bum!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You are no mardy bum, Phlegmfatale; you are the opposite - would that be a mardiless bum? I hear you on the wrinkles philosophy, though - I sort of feel I've earned them.

Maureen said...

Any wrinkles are earned, it comes with the territory. Besides, most of them are probably "happy" wrinkles anyway, right?

Barbara Bruederlin said...

That's right, Maureen, they are happy wrinkles, because it makes me happy to cock my eyebrow disapprovingly at people.

Barbara said...

I like to pretend I have no wrinkles by not looking too close.
Ignorance is bliss.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I hear you, Barbara W. I don't wear my reading specs when I look in the mirror and I'm okay.