Me: "...there'll be much mistletoeing and pirates yo-ho'ing and drinking of beer!"
RX: [From inside running shower] "'Voluptous furlings drinking beer'?"
Me: "What?!?"
RX: "Did you say 'voluptuous furlings'?"
Me: "What? No, I said 'pirates yo-ho'ing'. How did you get 'voluptuous furlings' out of that?"
RX: "Oh, thank God, I thought you were going to start yiffing."
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Overheard in the Hallway:
Roomie is showering, preparatory to a hard day sweating over starship engines. Heading for another cup of coffee, I walk past the bathroom door, singing loudly in a horribly off-key falsetto...
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I blame the vixens.
Dammit, now that song is stuck in my head.
So, yeah, what's the best way to get soda off of a monitor?
As long as there's no scritching going with the yiffing, everything's okay.
My mind is now permanently damaged for the day having gone there.
Is there such a thing as 'ear bleach'?
OK, furling I get. You furl sails. Lay them on the yardarm, lash them there, ready to hoist to catch the wind.
Voluptuous furling, I would guess would either involve ladies of statuesque proportions, or perhaps sloppy furling that left the sail loose and billowing in the breeze, between points where it is lashed down.
I had to look up yiffing. And Google's search results for "what is yiffing" was instructive.
Apparently, according to Oh, Internet! (http://ohinternet.com/Yiff) it started with a Furry role-player named littlefox as an expression of happiness. Or it could have started with the onomatopoeic sound of an arctic fox when mating. Furry fandom (folks indulging in role playing and fantasizing, novelizing and cartooning, and costuming animals that have been partially humanized physically and intellectually) has taken the term to mean sexual activity, to the chagrin of some. Furry fandom refer to themselves as "Furries".
But, how do you get from "voluptuous furling" (sloppy ship handling), to yiffing (excited, costumed cartoonists)?
In the late 1980s they held an auction at a science fiction convention. I ended up with a nifty blue t-shirt that doesn't fit me anymore (a languorous and voluptuous lady squirrel on the front), and three copies of a Furry fanzine. Since the first documented use of yiffing was 1990, I guess my exposure was before the time if yiffing.
But I still don't get the billowing canvas tie-in.
wv: yedugn. Yedugn, then I buried 'm.
Tam, yiffing in a fox costume.
Win.
Post pics please.
Damnit, almost snorted coffee on the cat!
I call dibs on Kristopher's stuff after Tam shoots him. Or actually posts pics and his heart 'splodes.
BGM
But she doesn't even own a 6.5...
Good one! And it was good to see y'all yesterday!
Y'know, I kinda like the mental picture of Tam, RobertaX and Brigid singing ad hock Christmas Carols up and down Broad Ripple. Might scare the hippies, though....
So I've been coming to this website from Say Uncle place for several years, and from du Toit's before that, and this is why. No matter how many bad arguments for gun control I read in the comment section of Volokh, no matter how often Instapundit leaves me wondering why some link got a "Heh" instead of an "Indeed" and now matter what silliness I get from Protein Wisdom or Frank J., every once in a while but again and again over the years this place leaves me laughing so hard I can't breathe.
Thank you.
omfg. I nearly inhaled beer on that one. And now I'll be calling the puppies "voluptuous furlings," won't I? Oh yes I will.
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