Wait . . . did you say "internet booty"?

[sovay]

Inspired by papersky's mention of "statistically improbable phrases" as identified by Amazon.com, fleurdelis28 and I have been making an exploratory study of our own conversations for such. (Insofar as we can judge, obviously. I'm not sure whatever statistical program Amazon.com uses has yet been made amemable.) So far, we've got:

(me)
The Lord High Attack Banana

(debka_notion)
Defensive Mushroom Lords
The Committee on Mass Confusion

(fleurdelis28)
Exotic Sheep Jig
The Lemur of Lassitude

(shirei_shibolim)
The Ferret of Inconvenience
The Hall of Inconvenient Fruit
The Shapiro Lizard Rotunda
Mongoose of Mirth

. . . all of which probably qualifies shirei_shibolim as an improbable phrase generator, but mostly I think we have the very decent makings of a Bureaucracy of Weird. Anybody else want to call a seat?

And by the same token . . .

Comments

[spectre-general.livejournal.com]

Wow, I actually came here to comment on the fact that you are the second person I know of to quote "The Masked Goalie" in their title bar, and here you have him linked. Glad you enjoyed it!

[sovay]

I did indeed. And I am fairly certain that "internet booty" is a statistically improbable phrase.

[spectre-general.livejournal.com]

Really?

But... that's like all that's out there.

[sovay]

Fine: how about "mighty narwhal chunks"?

[spectre-general.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I have no idea how many of those are out there.

I still prefer "the Lord High Attack Banana"

"You have offended the visage of royal person!

But I... I...

Nonsense! You are to be given a vicious dolloping on our part. Summon the Lord High Attack Banana!

Summon the Lord High Attack Banana!

Summon the Lord High Attack Banana!"

[shirei-shibolim.livejournal.com]

That would of be a wonderful exclamation of shock and/or distress.

"They've eaten most of the way through the door, and we're all out of ammo."
"Mighty narwhal chunks!"

[shirei-shibolim.livejournal.com]

You're selling yourself short. "King of the Chia Pets" was all you as was "The Nail Polish Remover of Conversation."

[sovay]

. . . I'd forgotten that last. Thanks. Clearly if I don't put something into a poem, it goes right out of my head.

Somewhere in here I should remember to give Mike formal credit for the Hydrocortizone Dance.