Showing posts with label Oxford Comma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oxford Comma. Show all posts

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Life's Little Pleasures II


It’s been one hell of a terrible year!

Many beloved celebrities passing away (not that this doesn’t happen every year), the election of a dangerous demagogue as President, and our own personal mishigas have all combined to make year 2016 about as enjoyable as the Bubonic Plague.

    What can we do?  Well, sometimes I try to focus myself upon what I call “Life’s Little Pleasures,” those usually small things in life that tend to make one feel a little bit better.

    So tell me, Maria, what are some of your favorite things?  Well, first off, one favorite thing is you not calling me "Maria." Here are a few of the others, some of which are actually for real and not jokes:


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     1) A very personable and attentive waiter or waitress, especially if it's a waitress with big boobs.

2) The Oxford Comma. It is always right, just and appropriate.


     3) Throwing bread to ducks in a creek, especially if you are with a small child, right up until the moment the ducks surround you and start making anti-Semitic quacks.

4) Being caught up and fully up to date in a project, assignment, or major task you’re doing.

5) Yeah, like that's really going to happen …

6) Learning a new word and shortly afterwards reading it or hearing it used a number of additional times and finding it amazing that you had never heard that word before in your entire life, and now it seems to be everywhere!

7) Anybody's smile.   

8) Being told you look like a certain star or performer unless you hate the star or performer, think he or she is goofy looking, or it's Nicholas Cage.

     9) Anticipating Trump's impeachment.

    10) Feeling yourself genuinely affected with emotion at hearing unhappy news or watching a sad story on television and thinking “gee, maybe I’m not such a self-absorbed, vacuous waste of an unfeeling human being as I thought I was after all!” 

    11) Getting at least one of the scrambled words in the “Daily Jumble” figured out quickly, even if it’s only a four letter word and a dippy little four letter word like "boot," to boot!

    12) Fantasizing about what if you had incredible powers like Superman such as flying, bending steel in your bare hands, or being able to get Gal Gadot's phone number. 

13) Sharing a box of popcorn with somebody with whom you feel close enough to eat out of the same box of popcorn with. (But no way buttered!)
    
    14) Watching a movie on television on a true movie channel that shows the full closing credits (and closing theme music too!) without speeding them up, shrinking them and putting them in the upper left hand corner of the screen to promote some other dopey show on the main part of the screen, or having them abruptly and unceremoniously end to make way for a commercial with Flo. 

15) Being asked by a friend to read something he or she has written and after you read it being able to tell him or her that you truly liked it without having to lie! Or maybe just a teeny bit.

          16) Finding an interesting coin from another country in your change.

    17) Discovering the shampoo that’s absolutely right for you and after using it, feeling like your hair looks thick, full, lustrous, and better than ever before, even though it still looks like shit.

     18) Completing all of the items on your “To Do” List.

    19) Yeah, like that's really going to happen …

        20) The first day you finally feel you are pretty much over your cold.

    21) Being in a room full of hundreds of people at a conference and even though you feel apprehensive about speaking in a group that large, raising your hand and asking a question and hearing the speaker say “that’s a GREAT question!”

    22) Fantasizing about living in another period of time like the Middle Ages but still possessing your current knowledge, sophistication, and liberal views, so you are considered “ahead of your time.”  And not getting burned at the stake for it.

    23) Reconciling your checkbook and getting it to come out perfectly the first time.

    24) Yeah, like that's really going to happen …

    25) Having an opportunity to obtain a celebrity’s autograph and despite feeling reticent about it, going up to the celebrity, finding him or her to be friendly, and getting the autograph.  And a selfie too, if you're not too old to be intimidated by having a picture taken with somebody that way better looking than you. 

    26) Needing gas on a day that’s very cold and being in New Jersey where by law there’s an attendant to pump it for you and you don't have to get out of the car or do a damn thing!

    27) Successfully parallel parking in a narrow space without scraping your tires, banging the car in front and/or behind you, or running over innocent bystanders.

    28) A great cup of coffee that you didn’t expect in a shitty restaurant.

       29) Having a friend of the opposite sex with whom you feel as close as                 with a friend of your own sex.

       30) Any items on this list about which we have written ”yeah,                               like that's really going to happen” actually happening.


Happy Holidays, Maria!

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Friday, January 30, 2015

Trading My Muse


The Muse
                                                 Decidedly Not Mine, However                                                 

Most writers have a muse that dwells within them and provides them with a host of new and exciting ideas to inspire and enhance their writing. I have a muse that dwells mostly within my refrigerator and provides me with a host of new and exciting ideas that would be rejected by My Weekly Reader.

"Muse! Muse!"  I hollered. "Where are you? I haven't had a post accepted by the Broad Street Review in months!"

"Yeah, I’m aware of that, Boss. You know, I’m kind of annoyed you're not living up to my high standards as a muse."

"Living up to your standards?  The best idea you've given me in the last six months was a television show featuring a panel of chefs who cook for senior citizens called The Gum."

“Shows about food are very popular, Boss."

“Yeah, I've noticed food is very popular with you too.  It flies out of this house like it's being chased by ISIS.”

"I'm a growing muse, Boss.  I'm only 2,420 years old.  That's 14 in Muse years."

"Well, good luck with puberty. And another thing: the idea you gave me about a spoof of a Facebook page for Director David Lynch tanked as badly as Chevy Chase's career.”

“What are you saying?  Are you telling me people on the internet don’t love posts about vomit and children who look like spermatozoa?” 

"It was my worst post since The Pure Joy of Macroeconomics, which by the way, you gave me as well."


"Boss, did it ever occur to you that you're not very copacetic to work for?"


"I'll remember that the next time I let you borrow the car and you turn up two weeks later in Tijuana hugging a donkey."


"Know what, Boss? That's it! I wanna be traded!"

"Traded?! They have trading in the muse world?"

"Of course they do.  I myself was formerly the muse to Lucy Maud Montgomery who wrote the Anne of Green Gables novels." 

"You were responsible for Anne of Green Gables?!!"

"Nah, I told her to write pornography.  Next day I was traded."

"Well, to whom do you want to be traded now?"

"James Michener, Jack London, or William Saroyan."

"But all those guys are dead!"

"Of course they are.  At this stage of the game, I really don't want to work all that hard."

"Okay, Muse,  I'm contact some of the writers I know on Facebook and Twitter and see if I can work out a deal."

"Fair enough.  Do you think you could  trade me to someone who uses the Oxford Comma. I hate it when a guy writes:  'I brought dinner, Grandmom and a turkey.'”

“Well, you may have to settle. Let's just hope Grandmom tastes half as good as the turkey!

"Okay, Boss.  And one more thing: please hurry!"

“Why's that, Muse?”

“Trading deadline is Monday."

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