The Big “P” Does English

Posted on January 21, 2013. Filed under: Journalism, Nezza at Hella | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , |

Your words for the day:

  • risqué = sexually suggestive; indecent.
  • condescending = superior, disdainful, supercilious, pompous

The day after the day after the day of is Thursday, December 27, 2012…  that is one of those inane bits of information that actually started out as a thought-train for my next article.  It got derailed.  Regardless, bad poetry is bad poetry.  Best I could do on short notice.  Maybe Tim Burton could turn it into an enduring Christmas classic…   like Nightmare Before Christmas.

There are several reasons for my enjoyment of Nezza’s posts: 

  • really cool pics,
  • skewed take on life,
  • and, that special brand of risqué and irreverent impertinence that does not shy away from self-deprecation for a good story line.

MOST IMPORTANTLY, she does it all in pleasing, flowing English.  I would say “perfect English,” but that would imply that I consider myself to be perfect also.  I am half-way decent at English, and, I find that reading her site is a smooth, seamless experience from start to finish.  There are no linguistic pot-holes to jar the flow of information.  This is the primary reason I return often to her site…   that, and her sideways picture.

Incongruities in sentence construction have the same jarring effect as a pot-hole in a road surface;  hitting one causes the reader to lose focus, forcing a re-read of the sentence to find the correct bridge over the gap.  Several of those in a single article can take all the fun out of reading.  Nezza (hella@sydney), however, is all fun in perfect English (said it anyway, didn’t I?)  No pot-holes.

There is one construction that is quite often incorrectly expressed — the gerund phrase.  I have searched for that one in Nezza’s articles, fully expecting to see it properly presented.  To date, my grazings on her luscious tidbits…   uh…   luscious literary tidbits…   has not revealed even one.  Apparently, when it comes to being a user (of gerunds), she just says, “No!

Now, bloggers, for the most part, are not professionally trained wordsmiths;  skimming just a few sites makes that pretty obvious.  When I hit the inevitable pot-hole, I continue past it without agitation.  These writers are largely just pouring out their impressions of the rapids-infested River of Life in which they find themselves unwittingly immersed.  We are being given a view of restless waters and transient shore-lines as revealed from their individual — and painfully fragile — rafts of existence.

This appraisal is not an instance of condescendingly “cutting them some slack” for their perceived “lesser” linguistic skills.  Languages are built by usage, and the Great Learned, who observed this, created rules based on that natural evolution.  Then, the Great Learned, assuming their “rightful” places as experts-entitled-to-adulation, take credit for giving order to the structure and expect the masses to adhere to their edicts — or be subject to public snickering and finger-pointing.

I snicker not, nor do I point.  (Any intellectual high ground from which I may be speaking is along the order of a soap-box;  the Great Learned will not allow me on their dais.)  These soul-pouring bloggers are, to me, like another group of entities cast with us onto the raging River of Existence, individuals who have met the tragedy called Life and have created their own societies to deal with it and commiserate about it.  I refer to canis lupus, the gray wolf, whose soulful songs linger long and often in Nature’s wilderness air.  In that wilderness called cyber-space, bloggers raise their voices — often alone, sometimes in unison — to rail at Nature or to voice their pain, bewilderment, pleasures and triumphs, all, like the wolf, for the sake of simply expressing.  I celebrate that chorus and do apologize for my socially tone-deaf ear and possibly off-key ululations.

It’s that OTHER group that pulls snickers and finger-pointing from me.  Experts, and their caduceus-carrying heralds, The Media, hereinafter (and, hopefully, unflatteringly) referred to as “The Press (with the big P)” or, simply, “The Big Pee.”  They KNOW EVERYTHING and assume that we, the people, do not.  And, we need to be indoctrinated educated according to their insight — ON EVERYTHING.

That irks me.  It is always a delight to find they are either ignorant of what those other Great Learned have decreed, or they do not proof-read their work…   deadlines, you know.  Gotta get something out there to get a buck from the Great Unwashed.  (That be us, the general public).  We will buy anything that is broadcast, printed, or posted to the internet.  That is common knowledge among experts, you know.

Ergo, this vessel, The Queen Mary, charts a new heading;  all ahead full to giving the raspberry to the elite among us, the EXPERT KNOW-IT-ALLS (professional and free-lancing).

Next up:  To be announced.

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Nezza Hella Sydney. The Day After

Posted on December 27, 2012. Filed under: Nezza at Hella | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , |

This is my entry into the Holiday Hall of Fame for Enduring Seasonal Poetry.

‘Twas the night before, and all through the house No creature was stirring save me and my mouse As over the internet we’d scroll and click, Wondrin’ if Nezza would be our Saint Nick.  Little ones everywhere snug in their beds While x-Boxes and Wii’s just messed with their heads.  Walmart and Target this Yule season will close As “ka-chings” go silent, as if to doze.

‘Tis the day of, and (groan) everywhere strewn, Bows, paper, and boxes all about the room.  From decorative gifts to (happy?) surprise Those packages morph right before one’s eyes.  But, my RED LOBSTER stocking (with care by Mantle hung), holds only  the sound of a sigh (The one that I breathed into its hollow depth) ‘Cause Nezza, Sydney, her silence has kept.

Last post put up by this master of fun Assessed  her utility as “tits on a nun.”  Trapped with a loud, pacing boor so nauseous Her “ninja kick” quelled his tone so raucous.  Oft’ this minstrel of mornings besotted Wrote of a lost night while totally blotted.  Tinker-Bell she is not, so much more like Pan —  Audacious, impish, spawn of Never-Land.

Distressingly dark Nezza’s blog has gone, Barely can I read her old postings on “home.”  Nothing much is new but an update on porn…  (at times she DOES get kinda raw in scorn it would seem, of social modesty feigned)  …And a note of rescue from finances strained.  From out those coffers of impertinent truth, Will “tits on a nun” be her last, forsooth?

If you don’t like this composition, tough titty…   Oops!  Sorry.  Got carried away there.  But, it’s probably okay since I am certain of only 3 persons who have ever read this thing:  myself (reading my own words is just as rewarding as hearing the sound of my own voice), and 2 readers who actually commented in real-time on what they read.  And, yesssss, Nezza was one of those.  (Can’t count the more that 1,000 spam-like comments that WordPress had filtered out for me, even though I allowed some of those back-links to adorn my home page.  Just trying to be a good neighbor in the genre.  Some questionable product  ads did get through, but, I am going to go back and delete them.  Promise.)

On the flip side IF YOU DO LIKE IT, check into one of those crisis centers immediately.  They can help restore your bio-chemical balances and return you to a full and productive life in mainstream society.

Next up:  The day after the day after the day after…

Article references:  Nezza, Hella, Sydney, hellasydney, porn, crisis center, Red Lobster, Tinker-Bell, Never-land, Pan

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Oh… My… G– (conclusion)

Posted on March 13, 2012. Filed under: General Interest, Humor, Nezza at Hella | Tags: , , , , , , |

DVD update:  The Dean is nursing a hang-over..  no, that’s a hang nail…   bandaged over, caused – he says – by jet lag or the DTs…   oh, I see.  DST.  Any way, he says it wasn’t his fault.  SID and that Smart Dude are piecing things together over Dude’s smart phone since The Dean’s phone is sort of on the fritz.

SID:  Here’s the link that will get you there — nezza@hella Sydney.  That sideways picture that caused the Cap’n to revert to adolescent aggression is on the author’s profile blurb.  But check the post “My ego is bigger than yours.”  That picture…  yeah, that one right there in the blue thingamabob…  even in the dark the Cap’n managed to scroll to that one.  Hmm!  Hmm!  Hmm!  Smart Dude:  What does that mean, “Hmm.  Hmm.  Hmm”?  SID:  “Wow”  Smart Dude:  Heard that.

We will leave them with their fantasies.  But, honest, TheDean01 will resume regular updates soon.  Hmmm!?  I wonder what all that fuss was about?  Let me just take a small peek over Smart Dude’s shoulder, here, and……………….. Oh…   My…   G–

Next up:  Ship’s itinerary – a quick review.

Thanks, again, Nezza.  I hope I have neither offended nor embarrassed you.

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