June 18, 2007
The Dangers of Association
May 14, 2007
EVE Online
May 11, 2007
Adding Injurty to Insult
Some insults simply do not work in particular situations. "Son of a bitch" is one of these.
For example, calling a sibling a "son of a bitch" without doing the same to yourself as a result. Similarly using a statement such as "Son of a bitch!" when you cut yourself shaving or step on a sharp object walking by yourself can have unintended implications. Without specifying an article for your insult, you indirectly imply "you". In turn, if alone, then that "you" must be directed at the closest logical unit, physical or ethereal. In the physical sense, we must suppose that "you" is oneself (in which case you really should say "I'm a…") or a nearby inanimate object (in this case you are talking to inanimate objects - this is a thing that crazy people on the street do - don't do this). If, however, we suppose the likely more logical ethereal target of your insult, then we assume something like the entity of the universe or your perception of a God or gods. In these cases, considering the karmic or smiting repercussions, then said insult should likely be reconsidered. Yet another case in which this insult can backfire is when targeting someone who is either a) adopted or b) without a living mother. In one case, you toss the label "bitch" on a completely unknown so it is relatively ineffective. In the second case, even if your statement is accurate - it's one thing to toss the mom insult out there, it's a whole other thing to throw the deceased into the mix. Again, potentially unintended consequence.
So, be careful in your usage of insults of the like. Be sure that your target is a valid and good one. Cater your insult to the appropriate conditions. It will be far more effective.
May 02, 2007
Late Nights
April 30, 2007
News of the Inside
For those of you baffled completely by my first sentence, here's the story. I went in for my every-few-years-upper-endoscopy thanks to an acid reflux issue last Wednesday. While there was a camera down my throat and in my belly, they discovered some polyps in the upper portion of my stomach and removed about 1/2 of them, biopsied them and I just got the results back today. So, I've been somewhat panicked over the past week that I was in for some bad news come today. Mostly because the only time I've ever really heard the word "polyp" used was in reference to some form of cancer. However, the biopsies came back negative and the only bad news (which is, of course, well overshadowed by the good news) is that I have to go back fairly soon to get the rest of them removed, which means another adventure of "Hey, is that a camera down your throat or are you just happy to see me?" and likely a follow-up of the same a year or two later along with every couple of years thereafter for... oh... ever. Additional good news is that they didn't have to do any stretching while they were in there this time (ask me for details of previous events if you have no idea what I'm talking about here), so the Prevacid that I've been taking for the last 3 years seems to be doing its job well.
Woohoo! Reason to celebrate.