I have FINALLY named my lawn gnome
Not that you care, or know, but I bought a lawn gnome a few months back. He’s been sitting around inside the house.. I guess he has been guarding the potted plants *shrugs* Anyways, he’s just been waiting for me to name him. But the naming of a gnome is serious business. I wanted to give it due consideration.
At first, I thought I might name him after the Swedish foreign exchange student who was in Jaz Choir with me, but once I remembered he had the rather unremarkable first name of “Frederick” that was out. I thought long and hard. (yeah go ahead and make penis jokes you perverts) And for a while I forgot about my nameless gnome altogether. I thought perhaps I could lie and say I didn’t neglect to name him, his name was just ­ but no one but you nerds would get that. Not that I have any friends apart from you strange creatures. Where was I? Oh, yes.. My gnome. So, I’m spacing out one day and it comes to me. Who do I love? Well… yes, I love Steve. And in part he is reinforcement for the name I chose, but not the reason. And no, I did not name my gnome Steve. That would just be ghey. The Steve connection comes in the form of his amazing punning abilities.
I named my gnome after one of the few humans on this planet I would actually get a kick out of meeting. Noam Chomsky. I’ll wait for you to google….
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done yet?
So yeah.. I like Chomsky. One of my favorite movies is Manufacturing Consent (1992). And if i could be assed to read a book that wasn’t fiction I would read one of his. lol
so yeah.. this is Gnome Chomsky
I’m such a nerd.
