As the temperature outside dipped to 15 below zero, my thoughts this evening turned to grabbing a blanket and curling up with a good book.
But I never made it to the couch: The words “good book” made me wonder about all the terrible tomes that have been penned and published over the years, and that is how I stumbled across the Weird Book Room.
Let me first admit that I actually do own Fart Proudly. (It’s not what you think.)
But I can’t imagine who would buy The Deer-smellers of Haunted Mountain, What to do When the Russians Come, The English: Are they Human?, Why do I Vomit?, The Amateur Taxidermist, Tattooed Mountain Women and Spoonboxes of Daghestan, Soldier Bear, or The Who’s Who of British Beheadings.
I would have paid good money to hear some of the authors’ pitches for these titles. (“No, really! I’m telling you—there are thousands of people who want to knit dog-hair sweaters!”)
But then, as I neared the bottom of the page, one misplaced title caught my eye. Bombproof your Horse. What’s so weird about that? A few years ago I would have given anything to help my horse, Keepers, get over his fear of discarded t-shirts along the side of the road.
I guess it goes to show that there really is an audience for just about everything.
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If someone has a samoyed or a chow, making use of all the hair laying around the house is kind of comforting. I imagine it was ignorance that put “Bombproofing your horse” into weird books. My BF’s reaction when looking over my shoulder was, “Do horses commonly come into contact with bombs?”
Ha! Your BF’s comment reminded me of a British term I’ve always found peculiar: They call their bomb-sniffing dogs “explosive dogs.” It conjures up quite an image, doesn’t it?
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