Monday, May 16, 2011

This Spun Off From Vocabulary To Villain Weaponry

It's kind of cool the words that will pop into your head while watching something. Sometimes the word makes perfect sense, sometimes it doesn't. The Cheyenne Social Club* was on again over the weekend, and considering the dresses some of the ladies wore, I'm not really surprised the word "decolletage" leapt to the front of my mind. Which is nice, it's a nifty word, rolls off the tongue well. Then I wound up arguing with myself about whether it's a word that can be used in casual conversation without offending someone. I guess if I was discussing a lady's outfit with a designer, perhaps. Directly complimenting a woman on the low-cut neckline of her dress seems like to get me slapped, unless I'm considerably smoother than I think I am.

At least that one made sense. I'm still not sure why the term "vagus nerve" came to mind while I was playing Persona 3 last week. Nobody mentions it in the game that I can recollect. For a minute I wasn't even sure it was a real term. Maybe it was something I made up, maybe it was a made up comic book term. No, it refers to the nerves that, among other things, regulate your heart rate.

Actually, thinking about it as a possible cmic term had me in the mind of it being the Vegas nerve. Something like, "Not even Captain America can resist the Vegas Nerve!" Though that would probably be the Las Vegas Nerve, a weapon that sends impulese to your brain consistent with gambling, liquor, and casinos. Cap might be a bad target for that. If you're going to stop a superhero with blackjack, women, and shiny things, you're better off taking on Tony Stark. Or Hal Jordan. Maybe Volstagg if it can simulate all-you-can-eat buffets in there.

* I really enjoy Henry Fonda's character in that movie. He's generally a good friend, but also a bit of an opportunist. Only a little bit, he's too unmotivated to really try and take advantage of a situation. Plus, his tendency to be a motormouth, and complain about what he perceives as Jimmy Stewart's deficiencies. He's like a less crotchety version of Walter Brennan in Rio Bravo, but more goofy for that. Actually, he's a little like how Volstagg was portrayed pre-Simonson, the guy who acts as though he had everything under control, after the shooting has stopped.

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