We need new phrases. No, not the ones the kids come up with -- snap! -- but grand, sweeping phrases. Perry White had his "Great Caesar's Ghost!" to mutter anytime something untoward happened. Robin, at least in the old television series, had his "Holy priceless collection of Etruscan snoods!" quips. There are the old standbys -- "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" -- but things like that just don't have the same cachet after eighty years or so. Why not say "Thundering Tree Lemurs!" or some such thing? I'm not sure why we don't do just that.
And some mornings that's all there is, just a simple paragraph wondering about something inane. It's a dull day so far, a Wednesday that probably won't threaten any other Wednesday in the book of days, a Wednesday not even worth of attention. Strangely enough, I was born on a Wednesday, so you'd think I'd have more to say about this particular day, even though it's not a day of significance. (Well, there is the fact that lawyers representing Barney the Purple Dinosaur sent warning letters out to a bunch of folks who were depicting Barney as a blood-thirsty dinosaur on this date, but that was last year, so it wasn't a Wednesday. Such is life.)
And there you have it. An official blog entry, officially filled with unofficial nonsense. Blather, even. Great gamboling greyhounds!
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