Bob and me

I occasionally invoke the name “Bob” when writing.  Here are examples from a few of my posts:

Why, yes Bob; you can.  But not to the degree that you can with RAW.

That’s a lot of writing, Bob.

Well, Bob, that is a repeater rubber-band pistol.

That’s a lot of miles, Bob.

“Bob” has only recently made increased appearances in my writing, but the practice in both my life (I talk to myself a lot) and in my casual conversations goes back to the early 90’s, when I saw an HBO Special; Richard Jeni: Platypus Man.

The whole thing is on YouTube (what isn’t these days, Bob?), and linked below. In one part of the show Jeni does a skit about football announcers (begins at the 15m 12s mark), and during the skit, he uttered two phrases that struck a chord with me, and I’ve carried with me all this time . . . .

That’s gotta hurt, Bob.

Thank you, Captain Obvious.

Note: the video was removed by YouTube. You now have to buy the show.

I use both those phrases, but variants of “That’s gotta hurt, Bob” are also used by Melisa as well:

That’s a lot of food, Bob.” (Melisa commenting on my food order at a restaurant)

That’s some crazy driving, Bob.” (Melisa commenting on my driving)

That’s gonna suck, Bob” (me commenting on stuff politicians are doing)

I was not aware, as I am not aware of many such things, this was actually both a meme and a television trope.  This puts me into an uncomfortable position of “going with the crowd”, but I got to tell you Bob, I like this phrase too much to worry about it.

By the way . . . that show is well worth watching, but be aware it contains swearing, and stuff which people with no sense of humor and an over-developed sense of hypocritical righteousness might find objectionable.

Then again, those people have long since stopped reading my blog.

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19 Responses to Bob and me

  1. AnnMarie says:

    Roger that, Bob.


  2. oneowner says:

    Yes siree, Bob! What about Bob?


    • disperser says:

      Well, Bob, I think Bob is the embodiment of the everyday man, the struggling basically good, somewhat flawed, heart of gold, naive average guy. All want to help him, and all are willing to tell him like it is.


  3. sandra getgood says:

    That post makes me really want to use an emoticon in my response just to see what you’d say, Bob. Bob?


    • disperser says:

      Well, Bob, as you well know, emoticons are the foundation and cause for the breakdown of communication in modern society. Why, I would not be surprised if wars have been started by misinterpreted emoticons.

      Words are bad enough to interpret and they are, you know, words. Little symbols, often grotesquely animated, are subject to all sorts of possible misunderstanding (i.e. are they laughing with me or at me? Are they happy, or telling me to watch out for the bear coming up behind me? Imagine my disappointment when I turn and there is no bear).

      So, Bob, while everyone is certainly free to further erode human-to-human communication, I will refrain from using them evil buggers. I is, after all, be proud of knowing writing stuff.


  4. Emily Heath says:

    Thanks for the explanation Bob, and hello to you from my three-legged cat, Bob.


  5. colonialist says:

    Well, you need a name, and then Bob’s your uncle! :)


    • disperser says:

      Actually, I have no uncles named Bob.


      • colonialist says:

        You do even if you don’t, every time you use the stock name, don’t you?


        • disperser says:

          More like an imaginary brain-addled acquaintance one has to speak very slowly to, and point out the obvious.

          I suppose I could imagine him an uncle, but as I did have uncles, and they do not fit that description, I prefer to think of it as someone akin to Dr. Watson (smart enough to get a medical degree, but can’t reason himself out of an open paper bag).


  6. Bob down and kiss my arse, old Ozzie saying kind of fits in here somewhere


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