A few minutes ago, Bossy was busting her hump trying to remember the name of this guy:
Bossy was in the shower at the time, where they have not yet invented Google. So Bossy was left to her own devices to remember, all alone with her brain. Just like the olden days.
And when the hot water was nearly drained from the water heater, Bossy finally got it! Bossy’s Hippocampus shouted to her limbic lobe, “Matthew! Matthew Modine!”
But it’s not Matthew Modine. It’s Matthew… Matthew…
In times of memory crisis, Bossy’s Father’s solution is to run the entirety of the alphabet until landing on the preliminary sound with the most auditory resonance. “Matthew Buh, Matthew Buh” he might say.
And once situated on the seemingly correct first letter, Bossy’s dad will begin to run through the chain of available permutations, in alphabetical order.
Matthew Bah, Matthew Beh, Matthew Bih, Matthew Boh, Matthew Boh Matthew Boh Matthew Broderick!
Bossy, however, hears things syllabically.
So Bossy’s solution to the Matthew who problem would be more like this, “Matthew Uh-Uh-Uh, Matthew Duh Duh Duh, Matthew Bah Bah Bah… Broderick!”
Bossy’s syllabic method of name recovery reminds Bossy of the time in the 80s she asked a cute boy, standing on a Southern beach, how he chose the name of his band.
The cute boy’s answer wasn’t as lyrical as his songs. “You see,” he began, “I always thought the easiest band names to remember had the syllable layout: The Bah-Bah Bahs. You know, The Rolling Stones, The Beastie Boys.”
And so this cute boy continued with his explanation. Because the cute boys always do. “And I liked the word Groovy. So I was like, “The Groovy Buhs, The Groovy Cuhs… The Groovy Cools!”
And because this historically true story of nonfiction history occurred to Bossy after she was out of the shower, she was able to turn to her roommate for corroborating evidence. Her roommate who goes by the name Internet.
So Bossy searched this Internet for The Groovy Cools, which resulted in a few available images. And one of those images revealed the Kurt Cobain lookalike Bossy was referring to!
To double check Bossy had the right guy, she employed her father’s trick to remember his name: “The Groovy Cools Buh, The Groovy Cools Duh, The Groovy Cools Kah… The Groovy Cools Keith!”
And sure enough, Bossy was able to single him out:
Anyway. Back to Matthew Modine née Broderick. He’s married to Sarah Jessica Parker. The End.
If you liked this post about memory recall, click here for everything you ever wanted to know about Bossy’s Memory. This is a good one, don’t miss!
Or you could click this link to read Bossy’s description of National Whatchamacallit Day.
Or, since we’re on the subject of the 80s, why not read about The time Bossy saw Debbie Harry and she was wearing Peppermint Patty Sandals:
jeanie saysMarch 25, 2013 at 6:46 am
I totally rely on the hope that the real name will sneak up in a moment when I am not thinking about it – therefore often I get a “oh, Matthew Broderick!” moment and can’t remember why I was trying to think of it.
Kevin A saysMarch 25, 2013 at 10:39 am
Oh, this reminds me:
I’m hoping it gives you a reason to want to come to Bloomington! 🙂
Still feeling so happy to have met you on your first tour across the world^H^H^H^H^H country when you were in Indianapolis a few years ago. That was fun, and you are hilarious.
Alexandra saysMarch 25, 2013 at 10:45 am
Stewart Copland is dreamy. But you knew that!
olivia saysMarch 25, 2013 at 3:50 pm
Olivia uses the exact same method for remembering names as Bossy’s father does! And Olivia thought she invented it. Is Olivia related to Bossy?
And . . . and . . . Olivia once had an honest to goodness friend named Groovy Cool!!!!!
Whoa . . . Olivia’s age is showing.
GK in MI saysMarch 26, 2013 at 4:51 pm
Stewart Copeland is still good looking!
insanely hot guys saysMay 7, 2013 at 9:12 am
Cobain’s name is the one and only I can’t forget, not in a million years