Monday, March 16, 2015

20-Minute Topic: Methodical


         And, we're back! Took a few days off, I guess, to accomplish...things...anyway, let's begin, shall we? This is going to come as a surprise to many of you, but I would definitely describe myself as a methodical person. If your only exposure to me is this series of blog posts, allow me to give an illustration of what has to happen here. The manic coke-addled squirrel ramblings aren't the norm. I have to metaphorically remove my brain from its housing, and place it into a vat of various fluids and essential proteins that keep it alive while the rest of me “contributes” to “society”.

     What came as a surprise to me is that this odd sort of cranial compartmentalization is nigh impossible for some other members of our species, while for me, it's as easy as blinking back the nonexistent tears jerked by the drama section of your nearest women's movie store(site). Holy crap, that was one rambling metaphor...Where was I? Ah, yes. Methodical. In essence, the exact opposite of stream of consciousness-style writing. Is it appropriate to classify what I do as a mental super-power? I'm going to go ahead and do so until someone proves to me that I shouldn't. And then I'll probably rationalize it until I can ignore said proof and carry on, my wayward son.
 
     To be methodical is to do things according to pre-established formulae or sets of procedures. Analytical, efficient, painstaking, deliberate, meticulous, precise or systematic. And, believe it or not, that describes me quite well, when operating under ordinary parameters. What I mean by all this is that I'm human too. Just like all of you. So please treat me as such. <Sniff>. Okay, I'll turn off the water-works. But before I do, you should consider that the ability to cry is about as human as it gets.

     All this talk of disembodiment and super-powers and weeping makes me wonder if writing blog posts is the only thing I get up to while my brain isn't in attendance...Ooh, or maybe my brain does things while my body isn't on deck, as it were. No, wait...if it was my brain, I think I'd probably remember, right? Yeah, probably. The way I see it, though, there are basically only two possibilities Well, three. The third being “do absolutely nothing”. First, I might go on murder-sprees. Second, I might generally obstruct justice by trying to solve murder-sprees. Either way, I think I should probably design and build myself a flashy costume and position it just so it catches my eye next time I go a-wanderin'.
 
     I guess, before the end, it should be noted that the word methodical is also sometimes associated with being neat or tidy. These adjectives do not describe me in the least. My stuff is where it is because that's where I left it, and by golly, that's where it's going to stay until I need it next. Or until I trip over it in the middle of the night and kick it to a different location altogether.I'm not picky, which is, I suppose, sort of the point.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

20-Minute Topic: Transference


     I want you to go ahead and try to imagine the word transference in a positive fashion. Go ahead, I'll wait...Nope? Didn't think so. Did it conjure into your cognitive facilities visions of bald, tattooed men reciting dark incantations? Ghosts preparing to enter a willing (or unwilling) mortal vessel? Fallen wizards laboring over golems made of flesh and steel? If not, you clearly haven't had enough culturin'.
 
     I don't know if this was always the case, mind you. The best we can do is just guess at this point. I think we need a better language, at this point. Just, like, a new one. This one is getting too hard to keep track of. Give me the bare necessities. I need words for like 6 things. Sandwiches, bathroom, sleep, pork-chops with garlic/butter sauce, underpants and technology. Sigh...I don't know how many people would actually agree with me there, though. I think we either need to simplify in the extreme, or else divide the current set of words into multiple parts based on the number of generally accepted meanings. This one has at least two that I know of.

     First, as may suspect it just means the act of transferring something from something into something else, something something something. You get the idea. The second meaning is the where its rep gets established. Huh...Didn't think I'd get to the bottom of that mystery so quickly, Scoob. Oh well. There is a whole laundry list of possible sub-definition associated with that one, and none of them scream “pleasant”. It's a psychological term used to describe various phenomena. Wikipedia them, if you want. I think I must have closed off those dark halls in my mind shortly after they were first opened back in college. Shudder...And now, they've been dredged up. So, thanks for that, I guess. I think we were reading about...Freud? Carl Jung? Sounds right. What an *******. Who's an *******, you ask? Yes, you are correct.

     Granted, one of the examples I recall seems both appropriate and just generally useful. Someone could, potentially, transfer feelings of mistrust or anger to another person because they resemble their ex-wife, that harpy. Why did you ever get married to her in the first place? Now you have a mental disorder that Jung diagnosed. But, now you've got to sleep in the bed you've made. Just make sure you don't make it someone like her again, if you catch my drift.

    Sigh...Let's talk about wizards again. No, wait...sigh...Now all I can imagine is an elderly, white-bearded fellow with a pointy hat, wearing a smoking jacket and discussing when a magic staff was and wasn't simply a magic staff. This is all your fault. Also, I think someone should probably draw that image and send it to me. Oh, and make sure he's wearing pants, too. Realized someone might take those instructions too literally. In short, I hate you all, and thank you for the horrible memories.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

20-Minute Topic: Recompense

    Apparently, we're doing this again? I guess? I mean, that's two in the same week. All (both) of the portents agree, we are doing this again. Anyhoozle...you like that word? I don't like that word. I don't think I'll ever use that word again. AHEM! Anyway, I really feel like I should be getting paid for this. I mean, I've got like a third-degree black-belt in lexiconographical jujitsu, and that's GOTTA be worth something. Does Wal-Mart still accept Mad Props as...RECOMPENSE?!? How'd you like that segue? Worked the concept in TWICE in one paragraph. Though, by most standards the ebb and flow of ideas in meanings in that paragraph was likely sufficient split it into multiple paragraphs, amoeba style. Before you ask, no, my all synthesizer Devo cover band called Amoeba Style never really took off, and no you can't have a free copy of our EP.
    
   Whew. That paragraph break was WAY overdue. Still in the dark? Allow me to illuminate you so you don't accidentally step on a metaphorical Lego in the dark. And no, before you ask, my all-percussion Nine Inch Nails cover band called Lego in the Dark never took off either. And stop asking me for free stuff. I demand RECOMPENSE! W00t! Three already!

   Okay, for real this time. Today's word is recompense. If you hadn't guessed that by now, you're probably an inanimate object, or drunk. Or both. Which is the name of my...huh, no joke forthcoming. Usually by that point in the sentence I've got something, but it never came. Oh well. You can't win them all, I guess.

   While yes, I think the above examples are amusing, they aren't quite accurate in reality. The difference being, I'm in no pain or under any coercion to write these things other than the type I inflict on myself. In reality, recompense is close to reparation than simple payment by way of literal translation. Colloquially, however, people, or maybe just myself, use it fairly interchangeably when talking about a particularly difficult or painful purchase. Shopping at Wal-Mart using imaginary money has potential to be both incredibly rewarding, AND...taserific. So maybe it DOES apply in the literal sense, too.

   Lest anyone misconstrue my meaning, however, I DO want you to throw money at me. I'm thinking...$7.50/post. That seems well worth it to everyone. From my perspective you're getting a serious bargain. Where else can you go to this kind of insightful elocutionary commentary? I would have loved to read this stuff when I was your age. You're like 20, right? Somewhere in there? Man, that would have been helpful. Or at least intermittently distracting, two things which were definitionally interchangeable to me back then. You just can't put a price on a quality education. Except, I just did, didn't I? A few sentences back? $7.50. A good education is like budgeting for an apartment in a metaphorical way that isn't coalescing in my mind the way I'd hoped when I began that sentence...yeah...A quality education is worth $7.50, plus room and board. If you pay more than that, utilities not included, you're probably getting ripped off.