La La La La La La; La La La La La!

The concept of Smurfs is pretty strange, I’ve always thought. They are small and blue, all have the same last name and have incredibly uninventive vocabularies. They would suck worse than me at Scrabble. I remember watching the Smurfs when I was a wee girlie but my most recent memory is of discovering them in French (Les Schtroumpfs) and thinking it was the funniest thing since the time I nearly lost my mind to the Monkeys of Hysteria as I tried to get dressed for a party while stoned.

The other day at work, I was walking from desk to copier (or vice versa…it’s all a blur) and was humming as I walked, as I do. Suddenly I realized I was humming the Smurf song. I tried to stop, but it kept coming, kept bubbling out of my throat like a reverse throat-waterfall. Archhhh! La la la la la la! La la la la la!

A co-worker sitting nearby heard my distress and came out from his cocoony cubicle to ask if I was all right.

With haunted eyes, clutching my stack of papers to my chest, I asked, Does it ever happen to you? That you are humming as you walk and suddenly you realize you’re humming the SMURF song?

Bless his heart, he did not run to fetch the office WhiteCoats right at that moment but did consider my question carefully before replying, uh, no?

To distract myself, I engaged in a conversation with him about the Smurfs, their language, their eerieness. Being good government employees, we wondered: What does Smurf mean? What does it stand for?

Back at my desk and one google search later:

Socialist Men Under Red Father, apparently. (Thank goodness there’s an acronym. I don’t function well without them now. They’re like the jam to my peanut butter.)
I guarantee that if you toss this piece of trivia into a conversation, the conversation will stop. If that’s what you’re after.

Plus, I found a Smurf Name Generator (I am Junkie Smurf, but Tortured Potato is Yaweh Smurf. Co-worker A) is Hoochie Smurf. Rowan is Super Absorbant Smurf, the knowledge of which has just made my day. I’m done. See ya.)

Here is a Smurf Blog because you knew there had to be at least one. It looks interesting, though I have not had time to read much of it.

The most helpful thing at the Official Smurf Site was this: A Smurf a day keeps the smurf away!

That’s what I’m talking about. Real advice! Why can’t a Smurf run for President/Prime Minister? (see link 1., above, for a definitive answer.)

Have a smurfy day! Smurftastic!