On the Treasure of Our Tongue
Snotty: You know what phrase I really hate? "All that jazz". Fucking shit thing to say.
Hugs: Yeah, and jazz implies saxophones, which are really gay. I hate saxophones. I think the one I hate most though is "at the end of the day".
Snotty: Aw yeah, sure. "At the end of the day" is a stone cold classic. But it seems like a some kind of almost unconscious affectation to me, or at least it's seen as no more than a handy stock phrase. What makes "all that jazz" worse is that the perps appear to know only too well that they are saying it, and what's more they think it's fucking charming and witty. People who say "all that jazz" are the novelty tie wearers of the verbal world. And possibly the actual world, too. They're the sort of people who do that faux-sarcastic thing where if you say you spent the whole day at work reading some deathly boring bullshit they'll chuckle and say "oh, fantastic" in an ironic tone of voice even though it is quite clear that they fucking GENUINELY DO THINK that it is fucking fantastic. Fuck those people in the ear. They are nerds. They are pissheaps, hosers, cocklumps and assclamps.
Hugs: And all that jazz.
posted by Snotty McShot @ 4:40 pm
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Agreed and agreed. The word "blog" itself is such a fucking ugly mouthful in the first place, though, which kind of shits all over the chances of any other word that has to make use of it.
Which makes me wonder what the hell you're thinking with "bloggasts", man. Reckon I'm gonna have to fire off a warning shot about that one.
Don't you think that the word "blog," in its own logorrheic, pedantic, and self-important kind of way is the perfect onomatopoesis of bloggery. It has all the cacolalic audacity of the worst four-letter words and its self-application to unreflective ramblings and pusillanimous bravura seems to make it a delightfully euphemistic perjorative.
How about "bloggard?"
Aw man, you were doing alright up until you spelled "pejorative" wrong.
Yeah, "bloggard" is much better, much like getting stabbed in the calves is preferable to being raped in the eyesockets.
Ahhh, the etymological confusion is now made clear. Obviously, "pejorative" comes from "peior" meaning "worse" ("pessimus" equaling "worst") rather than "periurare" meaning "to break an oath."
I've come to be all too comfortable with Bill Gates looking over my orthographic shoulder. The Druids would certainly take this to be proof of their theory that technology only makes us less intelligent.
Jaysus, Luc, you really know how to class up the joint. You almost make me ashamed to be posting mostly penis jokes and petty rants.
Almost.
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