13 Jan
You know a lot of people say things like “The English Language is an Amazing Thing”… which, true, it is. I had a friend in college who was a Japanese playwright, meaning she was Japanese and wrote plays, not that she wrote Japanese plays… because, said she, she just couldn’t write good stuff in Japanese. Too structured. Too many rules. In English, you can just make shit up.
Which brings me to the point that although the English language IS an amazing thing, the people that speak it are just downright kooky, which I think counts for a lot more than the language itself. That’s like blaming the car for the accident and not the drunk who was driving it.
Here’s one example of said kooky behaviour: we say shit all the time that we have no clue what it actually means, or sometimes we know what it means, but don’t think about the words that make up the expression. A good example is “you can’t fool me… that’s the oldest trick in the book”. Unless you’re a whore, you probably don’t actually have a book of tricks, and even then I guess you’d have to be an old whore to have an old trick book, unless you inherited it from another old whore, in which case I guess you could be quite spritely. And even if you are an old whore with an old book with tricks in it, there’s really no accounting for why your old tricks would be fooling anyone. Except their wives, maybe.
Now let’s forget the whore for a second and assume there’s a book of dastardly tricks out there, designed for fooling people. Where the fuck is it and how do I get a copy? Because I’m telling you, I fool no one, and it’s starting to get on my nerves. Besides, the expression (that’s the oldest trick in the book) seems to imply that the oldest trick in this mystical trick book is somehow the worst, so I’d really love to get a hold of the methodology for some of the newer tricks…. some trick so tricky that no one has seen it before… except maybe the guy that wrote it in the book.
And who is the guy? The trick-collector-writer-downer-in-the-trick-booker. Because I’d like to find him, beat him up, and steal his job (and his book).
See… English speakers are a bunch of crack-heads.
Damn, you’re funny, Jayne. I couldn’t agree more about the English language, but what I think is funny is that it’s so elastic–the way people use it. Among the many things I wonder about this “elastic useage”: a guy (and I suppose a gal) who pays for sex, is also called a “John” as well as the generic “trick.” Over here in the Colonies, a john is a toilet…not the whole room, mind you….just the part one sits upon. Maybe all this began as some kind of code, but with cable/sattelite TV on in most households 24/7, we all can “talk the talk” and sound tough and cheap, if we wish.
I saw an actual Trick John once. It came with a–get this–remote control with which one could heat the seat, raise the lids and lower them.
Ah! the Bard would be proud.
oh lest we forget
“whatever”
worst comeback known to me…the only thing that can vary the degree of idiocy on this one is the utterer…have oh say an 11 year old child sprung for your loins with the certainty you in fact or the missing link spring it on you and it’s grounds for justifiable homicide…words are powerful indeed.
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Or is that an old trick?
um…now probably wouldn’t be a good time to admit my great grandmother left me a book full of tricks, would it?
good thing i’m not sensitve. otherwise i might care that you’ve insinuated that she was a whore.
sheesh.
i kid, i kid. there’s no book.
but she WAS a nude model. created quite the scandal in her town.
true story.
I agree it seems the old book of tricks seems a bit outdated. I’m all for creating a New and Improved Book of Tricks. And maybe a companion book of Dastardly Deeds.
It’s tricky to rock a rhyme.
To rock a rhyme,
That’s right on time,
It’s tricky.
I also have a trick up my sleeve. If you had the book, you’d know how cool this is.
Desperately seeking Jayne. Where are you?
Speaking of shit:
Guy at work gets up and says, “Excuse me I gotta go take a shit.”.
I look up and reply, “I have NO idea where you’re going to go to take a shit, but PLEASE don’t bring it back here, that’s disgusting!”.
Several people just look at me. I state clearly, for the record, “When I go to the Mens Room, I always try to LEAVE a shit.”.
Thankfully none of these people will sit with me anymore. For this I am thankful, God knows what they’d think appropriate to bring to the table.
Jayne, Haven’t heard from you since January. That’s just too long to forget your friends. Give us a shout.
McCafferty Himself
I would love a book of tricks because I don’t have many decent tricks, and the ones I do have fail miserably.
I wonder if the Book of Tricks is available through Amazon?