HERB

So, for my first boatchecking blog, i had this grand story about how the idea originated, how we formed the boatchecking team, so on and so forth. but honestly, i think i might have smoked too much.

My two fellow boatcheckers had already completed their first blogs, and i cracked under the pressure. i deleted the entire thing and went back to what i know.

Noun + Verb = Sentence

this brought back to me one of the most awesome stories of all time.


The year was 1994. The year of the Lotto jacket and Gin Blossoms. I was twelve.

the entire 6th grade class was to put on a musical play. the name of it escapes me, but it doesn't even matter. all you need to know about is the star.

His name was HERB the Verb. he wore hiking shorts. and his jam went a little something like this:

Herb the Verb
a man of action.
he's busy all the day through.
he runs
he walks
he whistles
he talks
he does whatever you do.

Then, the music slows. the lights dim. Herb is standing in a corner by himself.

And he sings:

Sometimes i like to stand very still.
just as i am.
and then i'm a verb of being.

(the chorus yells) "YOU ARE?"

(Herb points to himself proudly) "I AM."

There were other songs. they were all about parts of speech. none were as influential.

i somehow got stuck as the adjective green. which was fine, i guess. except that the girl next to me was the adjective 'tall.' she was 6 inches shorter than me.


there is no doubt in my mind that Herb smokes grass.


~JJ overandout!