Fun With Anglo-Saxon Genetics: Part 2
I first considered Anglo-Saxon head sizes when I rented "So I Married An Axe Murderer" some years back. I thought the whole, "Heed, move!" thing was a stroke of genius, but pigeonholed it as a comedic tangent.
Then my roommate moved in a few months ago. He's Irish/British/Whatever. It was around St. Pat's so we were trying to milk our 1/16 Irish heritage and started seeking out all things Irish, half-satirically, half-serious. We went to Borders and found a mag called, "Irish America." It blew us away. I mean, they had articles on Irish public officials, Irish runners, Irish bankers. I didn't know there were enough Irish in this country to even fill all the occupations they detailed.
My roommate suggested we start a local 'Zine about Irish people,"The first article will be called 'How to Deal With Your Big, Fat, Irish Head." Then it all came full-circle.
I had always known, intuitively that I had a giant head. I had noticed in pictures with girlfriends (you know, of the extreme close-up, smiling variety) that our heads looked like a bowling ball juxtaposed with a grape and so on.
A few days ago, my roommate brought a pant leg into my room (the whole "make your pants into shorts" thing) which he had fashioned into a hat. It fit snugly and he looked quite smart. I tried it on and, much to my dismay, it didn't quite fit. Ergo, the SG username.
I feel a sense of unity in having a big, Irish head.
An abridged list of great, rotund, Irish heads:
Conan O'Brien
Stephen Rea
Me
Ronald MacDonald
My roommate
James Joyce
The owner of my house said we have no earthquake insurance. In the event of an earthquake, we can all duck and cover under the safety of my head...
or my roommate's.
I first considered Anglo-Saxon head sizes when I rented "So I Married An Axe Murderer" some years back. I thought the whole, "Heed, move!" thing was a stroke of genius, but pigeonholed it as a comedic tangent.
Then my roommate moved in a few months ago. He's Irish/British/Whatever. It was around St. Pat's so we were trying to milk our 1/16 Irish heritage and started seeking out all things Irish, half-satirically, half-serious. We went to Borders and found a mag called, "Irish America." It blew us away. I mean, they had articles on Irish public officials, Irish runners, Irish bankers. I didn't know there were enough Irish in this country to even fill all the occupations they detailed.
My roommate suggested we start a local 'Zine about Irish people,"The first article will be called 'How to Deal With Your Big, Fat, Irish Head." Then it all came full-circle.
I had always known, intuitively that I had a giant head. I had noticed in pictures with girlfriends (you know, of the extreme close-up, smiling variety) that our heads looked like a bowling ball juxtaposed with a grape and so on.
A few days ago, my roommate brought a pant leg into my room (the whole "make your pants into shorts" thing) which he had fashioned into a hat. It fit snugly and he looked quite smart. I tried it on and, much to my dismay, it didn't quite fit. Ergo, the SG username.
I feel a sense of unity in having a big, Irish head.
An abridged list of great, rotund, Irish heads:
Conan O'Brien
Stephen Rea
Me
Ronald MacDonald
My roommate
James Joyce
The owner of my house said we have no earthquake insurance. In the event of an earthquake, we can all duck and cover under the safety of my head...
or my roommate's.