Monday, October 15, 2007

Much ado about nothing

Guys like me can make their entire careers out of making mountains out of mole hills. No wonder then that it has never happened. Partly because as a race we do not appreciate mountains enough, but mostly because there aren't guys like me. And do we even want to get started talking about me? We could but then we would never get to the point where the conversation ends, such is my all pervading aura that binds those around me. How aura should relate to end points in conversation I cannot elucidate as of this moment. Suffice to say, that it is there. The aura, that is.

Now that we have brought that thought out in the open, I am not sure there is anything that as a race we appreciate enough. As a non-race? Well, that is completely left open to interpretations depending on one's predilections. What those interpretations and predilections should be I should not say. Not that I 'cannot' say, I 'should' not say for there is not much that I believe I won't be able to say about. But if you believe that keeping your mind open and your legs closed if you happen to be a woman or your legs open and your mind closed if you happen to be a man is the road to eternal happiness and bliss then I must say that someone went wrong terribly somewhere or something went wrong'ly' terribly somewhere, depending on (what else?) your predilections.

For the longest time, there has been this eternal confusion about predilection and predisposition. I am not one to rant and rave over incorrect usage of words. I usually bite anyone's head off who does not know the basic nuances of language. Say for instance, the difference between beside and besides. I would definitely love to sleep beside Mary should Mary happen to be a smoking hot biologically active woman. And I would definitely more than love to sleep besides Mary should Mary happen to be a cold frigid maid. If you don't get the difference now, you are never going to get it in which case you will probably end up sleeping beside a cold frigid Mary, and sleep besides the smoking hot biologically active one.

Followers of my blogs (I am not sure she is alive any more - may her soul rest in peace - but it is the thought that counts, right?), would recollect that there are things in the paragraph above that I have already stated before. Actually, they wouldn't for anyone with a memory span greater than that needed to remember where the bookmarks are stored would have a life. That would make the exercise of sojourning on these pages redundant unless they are one of those self-righteous masochistic sods.

PS: This post is dedicated to Twigrl. She seems to be the only reader I have left. Attagirl!

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Did you take into account the factor that some might like the frigid maid better? ;) Whereby beside/besides and predeliction/ predisposition can be matched in more ways than is already confusing.

Are u still in la-la land? How is life there?

Script Writer said...

Should someone like the frigid maid better then there is really no hope left for them in any quarter in which case more than beside / besides and predilection / predisposition even the very basis of the existence of their being is much more confusing than the theories of Confucius himself.

Gosling said...
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Aran said...

So now you're killing me in your blog posts?! It did refer to me, didn't it? I mean, I can't think of any other person who followed your blog(s). But never mind who you were talking about there. More importantly, who is Mary? Mary kaun?!! It's a sad day indeed when I don't know about your women.

Oh, and your 'cannot' and 'should' discourse had me thinking about the day I learnt the difference between 'can' and 'may'.
"Dad, can I go and see the aeroplanes from the first floor?"
"Yes, you can but you may not."
That's what happened to me when I didn't use the correct word.

Script Writer said...

No, I did not have to kill you in my blog. You did that by not appearing on it.

Sad day indeed! But nowhere sadder than my not knowing about your men. No, not a tit for tat. You need to give me tit to get tat.