This week's guest is Tan Lucy Pez (TLP) so if you hear of me getting flattened by a bus, that's just karma trying to restore some balance.
TLP defined the word Harpy.
Harpy, n. 1. (Modern) A female whom you happen not to like. A fierce woman who holds different opinions from you.
2. (postmodern) A woman who never learned that you can't change a man - unless he's in diapers. A woman who is learning the hard way that, sadly, all men are created equal.
3. A man, woman, adult child, or dog, who whines, wheedles, whimpers, or harps in order to achieve their own desired result.
About Tan Lucy Pez: Oh, where to start. TLP is the mother and chief sarcast of the first family of the blogosphere, the Pezes (of the Pennsylvania-Massachusetts Pezes.) Her posts blend equal parts apology for the dullness of her writing and laugh lines. No one in the blogosphere does blue humor as ladylike and elegant as she. That TLP! To know her is to adore her and that's why I've taken my place in the line of blogbabies waiting to be born a Pez. Plus, I bet she's funny when she's offline. Just sayin'
About the Pezes (Vol. IV): The brilliance, creativity, cleverness and refinement of Actonbell, Aral Peppermint Patty Pez, Bookworm, Dddragon and Goa'uld can all be traced to TLP and from there back to chimps. There's something more than touching about the way they're all so different from one another and yet honor each other in public in writing. TLP's late son, Nivek Army Ranger Pez is also honored beautifully by the adult Pezes, exemplifying in their memories both the strength and the wackiness that we've come to expect in this family.
Special thanks to Dddragon for six months of intensive lobbying and to Jamie Dawn for sacrificing herself to make this happen.
How to be a future guest on this site: Just send an email to dpascover at mac dot com. On a future Wednesday, after posting that week's guest, I'll send you an email with a word to define. You'll be expected to return your definition along with a graphic representing either your definition or yourself by the following Saturday. The only rules are no profanity and no novels, please. And whatever I make up at the last minute.