Ann 1Sleeping Turrets.
March 11th 2008 19:33
I was going to write my first blog on my new domain about having a new domain, and how grateful I am to Orble, Jon, Charles, the Orble community, the global community, and the world in general, including the plants and stones and the air, and the little fishies.
But one of my best friend’s daughters has Sleeping Tourette’s Syndrome. Or Sleeping Turrets. Or STS. Or the dreaded snore or dreaded zzz’s, or just plain zzz's as it is acronymiously known in the higher echelons of medical circles where jargon is tossed around like a removed gall bladder, colon or prostate gland.
Poor friend. Poor daughter. Poor me, even. But now’s not the time for self-pity. There’ll be plenty of time for that later today when I get on the blower. I’ll stay positive on this new domain blog of mine. Someone needs to set an example. Of morality. And virtue.
Normal Turrets, as the word is spelt nowadays, is bad enough for someone averse to profanity such as myself, but to have no relief from that dreadful C word 24/7 would be abominable. It’s a word I wont be using. Unless I have to explain its etymology and cultural and historical significance in order to eradicate its misuse among the profane and illiterate. I’m just glad it’s my friend’s daughter with Turrets and not mine. And that my children are healthy and normal, not semi-retarded. And that I no longer have any contact with my friend in order to protect my virtue, and maintain my high moral standards, as an example for others to at least strive towards.
I was going to make this blog, a blog about the brain itself, however, I see a brain blog already exists on Orble, so I’ll just be writing generally about the type of mental disorders I notice 99% of people have today. Things like inherited stupidity, and moronic, illogical and irrational thought processes. Which tend to be expressed via such things as blogs themselves. In self-righteous, sanctimonious manners and holier-than-thou ways. I’ll basically just be educating dumb people via my blog. But slowly. Little by little. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for a brain clot because someone strained their frontal lobe trying to pronounce a word longer than cat.
This will mean I’ll have to write simply and not use too many big words. Or put the meanings of words with two or more syllables in brackets. I’ll probably write in parables. Like Jesus spoke. And then, probably have to explain the meaning of the simplest parable to most people. And what a bracket is. But not in a patronising or condescending way. Nicely. With compassion and empathy. I feel sorry for dumb people. And envy them at the same time. Life must be so simple for them.
Anyway. Welcome to wordophilia.
Ann.
PS. Have a happy and holy Easter. And try not to break all Ten Commandments before peak-hour on Maundy Thursday.
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