On future jargon
I realized that my last few posts are kind of jargon-y. I’ll work on that.
I might even write another statement on jargon, because there aren’t enough out there. Maybe I’ll even set up a death match between jargon and neologisms.
And on narrative, and why I think it matters since everything that inspires me to write a little ditty on this site seems to be related to narrative in some fashion.
For now, I’m just writing an apology for taking shortcuts.
p.s. Speaking of which, I kind of love that today’s XKCD inspired the creation of a Facebook group: “If 1,000,000 people join this group, it will have 1,000,000 people in it.”
Honor Society
Happy Graduation, Scrapply
I don’t think that the blog would be complete without at least mention of Scrapply’s birthday. While it’s not as heartfelt as comment on a Facebook Wall, this is an acknowledgment that the youngest curmudgeon on the planet has another year to his name.
I think the universe is complicit in this celebration, or at least the town of Bridgeville, Delaware. In searching for festive scrapple pictures, it came to my attention that the second weekend of October hearkens the annual Apple Scrapple Festival. As they state, “It’s hard to drive through Bridgeville during the summer and NOT notice the distinctive smell of scrapple being processed.” What better reason for a fest?
Take a look at the description (emphasis added):
Things start up again on Saturday morning with an “all you can eat” scrapple breakfast from 7:00 to 11:00 am. The rest of the day is filled with carnival rides, kids’ games, scrapple chunkin’, scrapple carving, live entertainment, car show, tractor pull, trade show, two craft shows and any kind of food that you can imagine including apple fritters, scrapple sandwiches, oyster sandwiches, hamburgers and hotdogs, barbecue beef sandwiches, ice cream and much more. The Festival is handicapped accessible.
I just can’t understand why they didn’t send scrapply a personal invite… It has his name all over it.
So, you young whipper snapper, Happy Birthday.
Sincerely, Old Whipper Snapper.
All comments welcome.
This is just a dummy setup. I’d like to get something more personal going on eventually. The point of this blog is to keep it somewhat piecemeal, hence the whole shanty kingdomness.
Common Ground by Patrick Dougherty.
The Shanty Kingdom 