Well, that was quite a weekend. First, dinner on Friday night with the gracious and entertaining Elisson, and the family d’Elisson — and without any of them smacking me, even. That’s success, people.
And then last night, I walked into the middle of an Elks Lodge in Connecticut — don’t try this at home, folks — and talked for fifteen minutes. Just talked. And got some laughs, and even a little applause at the end. And again — no smacking! And I get paid for this one! What a country.
And then — then! — today, I happened to catch Office Space on cable. Which I’ve seen many times before, of course — spectacular fucking movie — but today, it taught me something. Did you know that on cable, they bleep ‘fudgepackers’, but not ‘assclown’? That’s valuable shit, folks — hell, I’m reworking my whole standup routine, just in case Comedy Central ever calls. Now, I just need to find out about ‘douchebag’ — that’s the one that could put me over the top, baby.
You know, I learned something else this weekend, too — it even ties into something Elisson and I were talking about on Friday night. He mentioned that there’s a certain set of terms that make up a ‘blogging dictionary’ — you know, the sort of things that you’d only see on a weblog. Stuff like, I don’t know, ‘douchebaggery’, ‘crapmongering’, and… oh, hell, just look at any of my posts. There’s shit in all of them that nobody in their right mind would ever print or say anywhere else. Even on a weblog, probably. My douchebaggery is in a class all by itself, it seems.
Anyway, blogs or not, there are certain terms that I always thought were confined to Internet-speak. But I heard one of them on the way out of work on Friday night. I was taking off, on my way to the mini-blogmeet with Elisson, and shared the elevator with another guy from the office. And on the way out, he said to me:
Yes, definitely ‘laters — with the ‘s’. ‘Later‘, I say all the time. This was plural, no question. It may have even been ‘l8rs‘; I couldn’t really tell. I’m not a very good lip-reader, apparently.
Either way, do people really say that? Online, sure — we’re all morons online, once in a while. But ‘laters‘? In person, to a co-worker? I almost LMAO’ed.
No. No, I didn’t. And I feel dirty even typing it out. I’m sticking to ‘douchebaggery’. And let’s leave the ‘l8rs‘ to the script kiddies, shall we? I’m too old for this crapmongering.Permalink | 4 Comments