Boomaga – Thing of UNDISCOVERED GENIUS

August 10, 2006

STOP USING THESE WORDS FOREVER

Filed under: Op-Ed — boomaga @ 7:13 am

Memo

From: B. Maga, Head Office

To: The English-speaking world

In Re: New Policy on Interpersonal/Intranet Comm.


Howdy folks.
Well, let’s dispense with the fake folksy friendliness – I don’t have time to play games here.

I don’t ming telling you we’ve been getting pretty sloppy lately – back in the good-old-days, a few whippings with spiked-metal tipped scourges would tighten up morale. Or maybe I’d have some of you scurvy dogs thrown into the, I dunno, “dungeon” I guess, but that’s not really the word I want to say, it’s more like a jail cell, but, you know, it’s on a ship, starts with a “p” or something.


No, that’s not it, it’s not “prison,” it’s one syllable. Well, hell, I can’t think of it either. Have Sheila in Research do a report on it and have it on my desk in an hour and tell her if it’s one minute late, she’s fired.


Anyhow, back to the memo. I know there’s going to be a lot of griping and moaning on that series of tubes you guys call a “productivity tool” but which we all know is a thief of good company time spent playing pornographic poker games. Lousy spoiled wretches. Don’t type that.


But interpersonal communications is SERIOUS BUSINESS ! All-caps on that. I mean it.


New paragraph. Bad communication means bad business. I’ve always said, say what you MEAN… and SAY what you MEAN. We’re not drawing word-pictures here, we’re not making up words like that Irish guy, you know, the drunk one. This is a business revolution, and if you’re not with me, than you’re leaning against me, and I will not STAND for it any longer.


And I’m almost out of ice cubes. Here I am, biggest office in the building, the only goddamn one with a liquor cabinet, and the goddamned ice bucket’s got three goddamned ice cubes. It’s like we’re living like goddamned savages here. Ah. Are you still typing ? Aren’t you caught up yet ? Jesus, I thought you were a professional secretary.


New paragraph. All-caps. Bold-face.


THE FOLLOWING PHRASES ARE NOT TO BE USED IN ANY INTEROFFICE/INTRANET COMMUNICATIONS AT ANY TIME… UNDER PAIN OF TORTURE. Nah, strike that last one.

Number one.

1. The phrase “on crack,” as in “X is like Y on crack.”

Example: “TV Guide raves, ‘It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia’ is like ‘Seinfeld’ on crack !”

Okay. Unless you have actually spent a good deal of time smoking crack, or have lived IN a crack house, or have dealt crack for at least three years, you cannot possibly know what crack does to people. Also, things and ideas cannot smoke crack. A TV show cannot smoke crack. People smoke crack, and believe me, when they do, they DO NOT GET FUNNIER.

2. The phrase “from hell,” similarly.

Example: “Did you see Leno last night ? Jeez, Robin Williams these days is like Robin Williams… from HELL !”


3. The supposedly offensive racial epithet “beaners”

Beans are nutritious, delicious, inexpensive, and an ecologically sustainable staple crop. It’s not an insult, it’s like a tribute to their sensibility. “Wetback,” “spic,” these are insults. “Beaner” is a compliment. No one calls white people “whole-wheaters.” Ned Holness, I’m talking to you.


4. “Google” and “eBay” are verbs now, like “Xerox” and “FedEx.” But until we can agree just how the goddamned word is supposed to be pronounced, “wiki” can NOT be used as a verb. Is it “wicky-pee-dia”, or “wick-uh-pehd-ia”, “wickerpedophile” ? Choose one and stick with it.


5. “foremost …”

Example: “But is this UFO really haunted ? We talked to Les Phelps, a foremost expert on alien ghosts, and an associate professor TA at the University of West Hollywood.”

“Foremost” is a word that implies much, but means nothing. It doesn’t mean that this person is certified or qualified or recognized by his peers or even particularly famous for anything. You can say I’m a foremost expert on lower back pain, or that my wife is the foremost authority on the subject of what a bad navigator I am. Doesn’t mean she can’t be wrong once in a goddamned while.


6. “Extreme” is no longer to be used in association with activities done in a way that mimics thrill-seeking sports requiring head protection and sunglasses and the shouting of “Wooooooo-hooo !” The word extreme means you’re beyond the pale, you’re out of line, you’re at the end of the spectrum. Things that are truly extreme are usually not useful or good, because they’ve gone TOO far. Extreme no longer can be used to describe a taco with some slightly-spicier-than-normal sour cream sauce. This is not extreme. A taco may be properly called extreme if it was sauced with, say, plutonium.


7. “Ultimate”.

Similarly. Ultimate means there IS no further you can go, or, read differently, it means that it’s the final thing of its kind, or at least the final one you’ll ever experience. The extreme plutonium taco would definitely be the “ultimate” taco, because it would be your last. Before you die. Cause the plutonium’s gonna kill you.


8. The names of mixed drinks which are sexual innuendos, if not outright sexual advances, are strictly verboten for men. Grown men should not be ordering a “buttery nipple,” or “purple hooter shooter,” or “red-headed slut,” or “slow comfortable screw up against the wall.” Cute young women ordering these drinks are welcome to use these terms, as it is tantamount to verbal lesbianism. I’m not saying men have to drink only whiskey and beer, but goddamn it, the idea is you get the woman to drink the drinks, THEN take her home and have sex with her when she passes out.


9. “seriously”

Okay, if you’re NOT having to make it a point that, no, you are NOT kidding or being sarcastic or ironic, then there should be no need to say “seriously.” “It’s seriously cheesy.” = “It’s very cheesy.” – except that, somehow, being “seriously” cheesy means it’s so cheesy it is actually threatening. Underestimate the seriousness of the cheese at your own peril. A “seriously” cheesy taco, anthropomorphized, will frown, purse its eyebrows, glare at you with a menacing, clenched-jawed look, and probably draw a gun.


10. “quantifiable” – this word is used by scientists to denote the quality of something having a property which is palpable and measurable against a scale of units, like size or density or power or just sheer quantity. In logic terms, quantifiable means a portion – “some” or “all.”

The other people who use this word are puffed-up jackasses who feel like they personally discovered Richard D. James, then are dismayed to find that, far from being an underground sensation which only THEY are blessed with the genius to recognize, electronic music has been around even since before their parents were born, and has never been a secret – so, to make themselves feel like more of an O.G. (old guard), will find things to furiously bitch and moan about as though they are the goddamned genre-police and are going to arrest the first fanboi who uses the words “electronica,” “EDM” when they mean “IDM”, “techstep,” or “junglist.” And to hammer home their point of how much smarter they are, they drop words like “quantifiable.” Hey, if you half-emo metrosexual bags of bones want to fight over genres, let’s really fight with fists. I didn’t think so. Go smoke a clove.

Okay, I’m bored now.

Sincerely etc., blahblahblah

Now screw off. I’m gonna powernap after I have a powerjerk. Lock the door behind you.

bm/anon. (dictated, not read)

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