| Subject: Re: ::: On Lugubriosity ::: |
| From: "AIDS Infected Ivy league social scientists, gaming minors" <Eschewtheobvious@aol.com> |
| Date: 23/05/2006, 20:15 |
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ElRon XChile wrote:
"Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D." <brotherblue93@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:1148347814.899715.276020@g10g2000cwb.googlegroups.com...
::: On Lugubriosity :::
Lugubrious -- lu·gu·bri·ous ( P ) Pronunciation Key
(loo-GOO'-bree-us) adj.
Mournful, dismal, or gloomy, especially to an exaggerated or ludicrous
degree.
[From Latin lugubris, from lugere, to mourn.]
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'ello, ole;
Yoar myte Brutha Blue 'ere.
For whatever reason, something causes me accent to slip poaf into the
Queen's English (or reasonably close thereto) and sote of get stook
thayah foah a spell.
Don't know wha' it's ole about, bu' that's just the way it tis of late.
And the wurd "LUGUBRIOUS" keeps on winding it's way into the flow.
Eye had noe i-DEE-uh wha' it even ment till eye looked it tup on
dick-tie-own-aa-ree dote come and found meself loff-ing me arse off
wunce I sawr wha' it was all about, then.
Right, then, we've got that ole soahrted out.
"Hello, my deah, you look positively loo-GOO-bree-us too-die," is
something which has often fallen somewhat hap-hazardly out of me lips
lately ... towards whatever delightful slice of femininity presents
itself to our awareness at that moment.
Or, just this evening at the feed (therd 'n arsh; oavah at the "Hoe-Lee
Jesus Rocket Ship"), I happend to remark -- clad very
uncharacteristically in Jesus sandals (with no socks), really nice
roughly Army Green Dockers(tm) slacks, a VERY nice dark turquoise
button up dress shirt, my off-white, essentially creme coloured dress
blazer and -- of course -- me Magick Wand -- "Eye say, this Culinary
Festivity is Positively Loo-GOO-bree-us!" ... as all the locals just
looked up at me and shook their heads in near disbelief, no doubt
marvelling over what Brother Blue has now managed to morph himself
into.
I would just quip, "Right, then ..." or some such, but they are all
right quick to remind me that -- and I quote here -- "Woah, Blue, you
just ain't right, dude."
Well, I know if might sound strange
But the Voices in My Head are all snoring.
And when they're not, they are boring.
In fact, they're boring as hell.
Well, I'm not sick
But I'm not well.
And ole of that being said foah now, to each and every one of you, a
moast smah-shing-lee Loo-GOO-bree-us die!
-Broo-thuh Blue
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Don't be such a jocund pecksniff! (and keep yer magical wand out'a 'da
mirthless soup; you'll be incarcerated anew!)
"We are in the company of Messrs Pumpkinskull, Sweedlepipe, Bumble,
Tappertit, Honeythunder, Pumblechook, and Muddlebranes, whose names all came
out of the mind of Charles Dickens. His ability to create memorable and
frequently sarcastic names for his characters, his villains in particular,
is surely unmatched in literary history. Pecksniffian derives from his
Martin Chuzzlewit of 1844, in which Seth Pecksniff is a land surveyor and
architect, though the author remarks that the only surveying of land he did
was of the view of the countryside from his windows and that "of his
architectural doings, nothing was clearly known, except that he had never
designed or built anything." In truth, Mr Pecksniff, though in appearance
the most upright of men who prated about high moral principles and
benevolence, was an awful hypocrite, full of meanness and treachery. Dickens
remarked scathingly that "Some people likened him to a direction-post, which
is always telling the way to a place, and never goes there." In common with
some other Dickens' characters, including Gradgrind, Micawber, Podsnap,
Scrooge and Uriah Heep, Pecksniff has become an archetype. He was turned
into an adjective as early as 1851 and later became a noun, Pecksniffery."
http://www.worldwidewords.org/index.htm
I was just thinking this, that I'm living in a Dickens novel, with a
Dickens villian.
It's 2006. How the fuck does this still happen? Aren't people aware of
how bad they look to others, on the outside?