The Casting Dock

oh-so-quotable.

Yup, folks that’s right–I’m throwing that awesome husband of mine under the bus today. That sweet, sacrificial willing-to-stay-after-hours-at-work-to-make-this-graphic-for-me husband riiiiiiight under the bus.

Sometimes he’s just so irresistibly quotable; I can’t help myself.

Jerry’s quote of the weekend in the midst of our discussion about attractiveness: “I think I find you cuter than you actually are.” Ooooooooh, Pam with a zinger. I mean, it’s soooo true, of course (in fact, it couldn’t be more true…which is actually a really good thing), but still–sounds a little harsh coming off the tongue, doesn’t it (and yes, of course this is taken outrageously out of context…all the good ones are…)??

In all honesty, though, I love that we can have transparent conversations about attraction and that he can provide both a biased infused-with-love husband’s perspective and also an as-unbiased-as-possible outsider perspective. Both are kind and flattering of course (I mean, he did marry me and as the ten year old whom I babysit told me, Who would want to marry an ugly person? [yes, it was a teachable moment...but I also couldn't help but laugh...kids]),…but he’s a realist at heart and even the rose-colored-filter-of-love won’t change that. He knows that he most certainly finds me FAR more attractive than I really am…husbands tend to do that, I think. Or perhaps more accurately, love tends to do that. I find it endearing. Now maybe not all of them (husbands, that is…) recognize and express that discrepancy to their wives, but I strangely actually like that too.

And the runner-up dialogue exchange, also from this weekend (weekends provide such good fodder…):

Jerry: I want to get my hair cut before we go to Texas for Christmas.
Me: Why? It’s such a good length.
Jerry: This is going to sound really feminine, but it’s just too much to manage.

Yup, check out that mangy mane–too-much-to-manage, indeed. Clearrrrrly

Have I mentioned lately that I love him? Cuz I do.

4 comments

1 Nicole Puz { 12.14.10 at 4:44 pm }

Baahahaha Lisa, you’re hilarious!

2 bryan { 12.14.10 at 5:40 pm }

“Teachable moment?”

…ahhh…. nothing brings to mind the infuriating condescension of the uber-PC commentariat (Raina Kelley, anyone?) than the phrase “teachable moment”. Now, Lisa I realize you are talking about teaching a child here so my beef is not with you. So no offense intended…

Rather, broadly, there are people who believe that it is their job to correct other adults, those presumably too dumb to reach the proper conclusion, when these adults utter or do something that the “teacher” finds unappealing. Such folks love to throw around that phrase to indicate all of the social good that they are doing. It is truly very annoying. And, Lis, by using the phrase you’ve touched a tender nerve of mine.

I’ve always found the phrase silly, besides being arrogantly presumptuous, but that’s probably because I take it literally. And maybe because I’ve never actually taken a moment, though there have been plenty of legitimate opportunities, to tell a person that a teachable moment has just occurred. And then taught that person the lesson of the moment. Then paused with a satisfaction that the moment’s lesson was conferred. And then waited for the person’s reaction of gratitude. And then absorbed the warm thank you from the lesson-learner…

For those who do seize “teachable moments” with their co-workers or neighbors… I do wonder if the experience feels as rewarding as it sounds.

On Inside the Actors Studio the host, James Lipton, always runs through that charmingly pretentious survey with his movie guests. I don’t know how I would answer most of the questions, except this one:

JL: What is your least favorite word?
Bryan: I’m choosing two words, Jimbo: teachable moment.

and actually, for kicks, I think I will take a minute and just fill out the entire survey, so here ya go:

JL: What is your favorite word?
Bryan: truth

JL: What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
Bryan: ENTP & INTP

JL: What turns you off?
Bryan: predictability (also borderline personality disorder which is pretty much the opposite of predictability but is also a turn-off)

JL: What is your favorite curse word?
BFS: Da**it

JL: What sound or noise do you love?
BFS: british accents (irish too)

JL:. What sound or noise do you hate?
BFS: Well, sometimes a person believes they are naturally talented at singing. They even believe that they would/could be a star if they’d only be “discovered”. They believe so strongly in the beauty of their song that they, without suggestion or provocation, will launch into earnest renditions of famous songs for your supposed benefit. And they sing the song… in its entirety… believing they are blessing you. And you have to endure it, with a smile… which gets harder to hold as you realize that there are still two verses remaining in I Will Always Love You. When it’s over, you must thank and congratulate the offender.

JL: What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
BFS: i’d like to be Batman

JL: What profession would you not like to do?
BFS: Dictator of a country

JL: If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
BFS: You’re free to stay as long as you’d like

Okay. Kind of a tangent.

3 Noche { 12.14.10 at 11:06 pm }

I’m confused. Since Bryan’s comment was longer than your blog do I comment on it or on your blog???
I think you are way cuter than Jerry finds you! Consider that a teachable moment.

4 Jer { 12.15.10 at 12:46 pm }

We’ve all heard of a backhanded compliment. This post is kind of a fronthanded one, like Lis slapped me right across the face but then convinced me it was a love tap. This is also a teachable moment on the importance of context. I am used to Lis taking my comments completely out of context, but now the rest of the world can see what I deal with. Anyways, how ’bout that photoshopping?

Bryan, be honest: how long did it take you to think up your answer to James Lipton’s last question? Methinks you’ve been sitting on that one for a while…

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