Overly Verbal

So, someone’s already selected Goethe.  And now I can write things like, “Last night, Goethe came over.  We had pizza.”

And someone else has picked Manuelo.  (And referenced Dragnet: “The story you are about to see was inspired by actual events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.”  Or something like that.)  (And I know that my use of ‘reference’ as a verb will send some of you over the edge.  No one said this was going to be easy.)

Over lunch today, “Mr. Snuggles” suggested that he might want to be referred to as “Keanu Hasselhoff”.  Negotiations are ongoing.

(Let me also point out that the very first person to leave a comment that reads, “Call me Ishmael,” will, in fact, be called Ishmael in perpetuity.)

Also, if you don’t want to go see Wordplay with me, I’m not sure I still want to be your friend.

Finally, I want to thank Sara for not letting Overly Verbal go a full 13 hours without a dirty word.  My grandchildren will one day say, “Hey, Grams, what were you like when you were young?”  Now I can show them the archives and say, “Well, I was like a delicate flower.  Sara, on the other hand, was like Brandy’s man who was not around.  Not because no harbor is her home, but simply because she curses like a sailor.”

I think that’s all for now.  Why didn’t I have a blog before?  This is fun.

After much hemming and hawing about whether the background should be polka-dotted or striped, what colors and fonts to use, and whether or not I actually need a blog or just want one so people will stop telling me I should have one, I finally settled on this.  It’s really rather lovely, I think, if almost entirely devoid of content.  Something amusing better happen to me tomorrow, because now I have an audience to entertain.  (Because I have a blog.  Ha!)

But in addition to having a blog, I also have a problem.  If you’re reading this, you must know me, and if you know me, I’m probably going to wind up writing about you at some point.  Obviously, if you’re my mom, it’s going to be a little hard for me to disguise your personality so the whole entire world wide web won’t figure out who you are.  But if you’re my friend Xavier?  (No, I don’t have a mysterious friend named Xavier that I’ve never told you about.  It’s just an example.  Geez.)  Sure, I could just say “My friend Xavier”, but maybe you’re a public official, and your unusual name might give you away.  Then what do I do?  Call you X?  That would only work if I didn’t have any other friends with names that begin with X, and I happen to have several friends who share the same first name, so I can’t work with the whole initial thing.  (Besides, that’s pretentious, and I am nothing if not not pretentious.)  So, in the next several days, if you get an e-mail from me in which I include a draft entry to my blog and ask you to edit it so it can go public, do please accomodate me, because otherwise all I’ll be able to write about is my cat, and various and sundry objects (which won’t be able to protest my telling stories about them to the literally tens of people who might read this blog). 

Thank you in advance, and also, you’re welcome.