Language lesson
If you can’t read it, the French for rubber band is bracelets élastiques and the German is Gümmibander. Perfect.
I sure hope these are the right size, because I just bought a kilo of them. Do you know how many rubber bands are in a kilo? A real lot.
Welp, here we go. Last week before Christmas week, which I have off. I’ve bought everything I’m going to, I suspect. Pity Uncle B. He’s getting a weird assortment of weaselkitch this year.
Posted: December 16th, 2024 under personal.
Comments: 11
Comments
Comment from Uncle Al
Time: December 16, 2024, 10:37 pm
If weaselkitsch refers to the full range of mustelid options, and includes mink or ermine lined boxer briefs for those cold winter nights, I’m sure Uncle B. will be thrilled!
Comment from Veeshir
Time: December 17, 2024, 12:05 am
Were you singing “Rubber Band Man” when you opened them?
Or at least humming it.
Comment from OldFert
Time: December 17, 2024, 1:33 am
I knew some folks from Utah. They called rubber bands
“elastics.” So they didn’t shoot rubber bands, they flipped elastics.
Comment from Uncle Al
Time: December 17, 2024, 2:38 am
If you’re managing livestock, they’re called elastrators.
Caution: Article not suitable for squeamish males.
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: December 17, 2024, 2:49 am
Are you stockpiling elastic bands to fire at the Rueshians when they overrun Europe?
Or did the two of you get rubberband guns and are going to stalk each other through Badgerhouse like James Bond?
Comment from Uncle Al
Time: December 17, 2024, 3:07 am
Rubber band guns? Rubber band guns? Did I hear “rubber band guns”?
Me likee. I used to be the proud owner of a Rabaser but my ex (my starter wife) ended up with it after property division. A heck of a thing, almost not a toy. Certainly not a toy for careless kids. Packed a real wallop. I read about people killing mice with them but all I ever did was go after cockroaches. A good hit with one of those heavy ammo bands and all that was left was a couple of wings and legs and a nasty smear.
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: December 17, 2024, 4:10 am
@Uncle Al – airsoft pistols.
Nothing “soft” about them.
There’s the broken side view mirror on my truck, the lampshade perforated in 3 places during a living room assault. And combat welts.
It annoyed me that our local rats were furtively eating the rabbit and dove food, so I took to firing warning shots near them. One day a particularly insistent one kept coming back, so I shot AT him. Musta hit him in the head because he keeled over and stopped moving.
I went to check on him and he was still breathing but must have been out cold. He was gone a while later, and not to a predator because it was broad daylight.
Haven’t shot at them again since.
And I ain’t making ratatouille with rat in it.
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: December 17, 2024, 4:14 am
Omg – Mrs D just showed me an instagram….
Of a chicken wearing pants.
Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: December 17, 2024, 2:25 pm
In Japan rubber bands are just “gamu banudo”: gum bands. This is kind of disappointing. Part of the delight of the Japanese language is that whichever foreign country brought a thing or concept into the country first got naming rights.
So, some German started the idea of a part-time job “ahlibito” or in German Arbeit; in English “Work”. The Portuguese introduced bread in the 1540’s and it’s still called ‘Pan’. My personal favorite is the Japanese word for Stapler: “Hotukesu” rather Hotchkiss. I checked and there actually was an English Stapler company named Hotchkiss..
I love this stuff.. almost as much as a kilo of rubber bands.
Comment from OldFert
Time: December 17, 2024, 4:15 pm
FertDad had a phrase book from his post-WWIi Occupation duty in Japan. It had “gas station” as “gasoreen stando.”
Comment from Syracuse1989
Time: December 17, 2024, 4:37 pm
Learn something new every day. Grew up calling rubber bands “gum bands”. Thought it was a Pittsburgh thing, but maybe it was just my German roots.
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