I don't know why but while sitting at work yesterday I was reminded of my first big boy crayon set as a kid. I had graduated from the fat Crayola pack with only 8 colors, to the more pencil shaped 64 color box. I spent a lot of time just pouring over the crayons themselves and reading the names. When I came to violet I was perplexed. Was this blue, or purple? The crayon itself looked blue, but then it also looked kind of purple.
I had to draw something with it. Anything , just to see what it looked like on paper. It looked more purple on paper, but also kind of blue (no, not the Miles Davis album). To this day violet still kind of confuses me. Even after physics class where I was given the definitive scientific answer as to what violet light is, its place in the spectrum, and the truth to whether it was purple or blue. It still messes with me though.
P.S. I hate teal and I'm glad the 90s are over.
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I thought your car looked kinda teal-ish.
::ducks and covers::
It's World Rally Blue (WRB). It's Subaru's race color for the World Rally Championship (WRC). Aren't you glad that you now know that?
Also known as:
Teal.
::giggles::
To further confuse you:
Violet isn't just a color, it's also a very neurotic color.
It's also the name of a Legion of Super-Heroes character, Shrinking Violet. Well, half of the name...
It's also the name of a flower.
It's also the name of an all-but-phased out Peanuts character.
Now, doesn't all that crap complicate your day?
Davey,
No, it was really just the hue of the color is all, but thanks for the attempted mind fuck ;-)
Cake,
Thin ice lady...thin...ice
"but thanks for the attempted mind fuck"
Glad to help.
And for future reference, Mr. Soon-to-Be-No-Longer-Sideburnless, it's "David," please. Not "Davey." Never "Davey." (And I'm naturally assuming you're not one of those butt-heads who says "Oh, he doesn't like that? I'll do it more, then.") Even "Dave" isn't really tolerated. I'm funny that way. (And a few others, but hey... !)
Maybe you confused me with Davy Jones of the Monkees.
Or that other Davy Jones, the one who has a so-called "locker" beneath the sea.
Or that third David Jones, the one who had to record as David Bowie because of the first D. Jones mentioned above.
Or not.
Butthead or not? That's for you to decide. I will tell you that I had a friend James in college that got called Jimmy by me at every turn until he learned to stop complaining about it. At that point I called him James.
Reminds me of a former co-worker. We both worked at a supermarket bakery. Every time he used to walk behind me, he'd yank the strings on my apron and ubtie it. I only told him once to stop doing it. He didn't; he thought it was funny.
Then he got a 3-day suspension for sexual harassment, because, as I explained to my manager, "he can't keep his hands off me."
I thought that was funny.
I meant "untie," obviously. I don't know what "ubtie" would mean.
Nice!
Somebody reading over my shoulder said that sounded like I was subtly threatening you if you call me "Davey" again.
I hope you know me well enough to know that such was very seriously NOT my intent!!! I just figured you'd like the anecdote.
(Besides, I never put threats in writing. Jokes? Helllll, yeah!)
Ha! No, I didn't think it was a threat Davey. We're all good.
Burnt umber was my violet--kinda.
Yeah, yeah. If you google it you'll find it's clay and such.
But, when I was a kid I'd never seen an umber and I didn't know why it would be burned. And then put in a crayon. Mysterious.
Who's reading over your shoulder, David? And do they agree Bacon's car is teal?
Just a lady friend. Well, not "just," but...
And she's no longer here, but if asked, she probably would have said "I don't know. Blue? Whatever."
She's like that.
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