Why "Bleeding Time"? There are a couple ways to interpret that. In a certain vernacular of the Queen's English you could prefix that phrase with an "about" to express your long suffering impatience that a particular event or happenstance has finally occurred. As in "It's about bleeding time you started a blog, guvnor." However, I am neither a queen nor am I English. I'm an American and I would express that particular thought thusly: "It's about fucking time you got off your ass and started a blog."
"Bleeding Time" may or may not have been a catchphrase from an Arnold Schwartenegger movie from the 80's. But this is not an homage to the governor of California
I did a quick google search before I started this to make sure I wasn't intruding on one of the 70M other blogs out there. All I found was an apparently unused corner of the internet staked out by a pharmaceutical company. If I have trodden upon the tender feelings of a pharmaceutical, please forgive me, and please do not sic your lawyers on me.
"Bleeding Time" is what we all do every second of every day. We bleed off seconds, minutes, hours of our lives to the cause of work, home, family, television sitcoms, or to find out what 70M people with internet access think about the President, celebutantes, impossibly fertile single mothers, or Julia Child.
For the record:
- I am not at all hostile nor am I particularly hopeful about the President.
- I could care less about Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton, et al.
- If I am to be subjected to more unavoidable coverage of the "octomom", I much prefer that it result from her career in reality TV than in the offers she received from the porn industry.
- I have a vague sort of fondness for Julia Child, but if you ever feed me chicken livers in Aspic I shall bolt for the door.
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