Day 61 Farouche, That’s Me

Funniest thing I’ve heard recently was a bit of dialogue on 30 Rock last night, loosely reconstructed as follows:

“Let’s ask those ugly people, you know the ones with the paper, who change the shapes on it?”

“Oh.” Long pause. “You mean the writers?”

Yep, that’d be us. That’s what we do. We make those little shapes on the paper. And while I object to “ugly,” I’ll admit we spend a lot of time sitting around thinking, alone, often in the dark, which tends to make us pasty and out-of-shape.

They didn’t mention our social skills, I guess they ran out of time. Which brings me to our word of the day, thanks to the Vancouver Sun:

Farouche: fuh-ROOSH. Noun. Definition: marked by shyness and lack of social graces. As in, my farouche-ness makes me kind of a dud at dinner parties, but ha-HA, on paper, I’m super-cool, because I’m, like, a writer, man.

PS: I’m keepin’ on goin’ with my yoga challenge, because, well, why not? Plus, I’m making progress with my Standing-Head-to-Knee and that’s kind of a big deal. In my life.