Monday, January 31, 2011

We have time for a few questions from the audience.

A reader in Oregon writes, “Rhymes, you surely have solid irons in every antique shop in Georgia.”

A reader in Tooele, Utah, writes, “goodness, gracious, what a pair of glumps you two are, pat from big A and rhymes wit<><><>there has never been or will be greater music, and yes when i was in high school<><><><><><>><><><><<>><><<><><<>><><><><><><><><<>><><<><>”

A reader in Arkansas writes, “I think I have lost my marbles!”

A reader in Groningen (Holland) asks, “Are you okay Mr. RWP?”

Setting aside for a moment the very real question of whether I wish to be addressed as Rhymes, rhymes wit<><><>, Mr. RWP, or a simple “Hey, you!”, I now take pen in hand (figuratively, of course) and respond to your questions because your questions, even when they are not phrased in the form of a question, are important to us.

Oregon reader, no, I personally do not have solid irons in every antique store in Georgia, nor do I know of anyone who does. There must be hundreds of antique stores in Georgia, and that would be one humongous collection of solid irons, to my way of thinking. I would not attempt to guess the number of either antique stores or solid irons in Alabama, South Carolina, or Tennessee. Also, I do not know whether each and every antique store in Georgia would even want to have a solid iron, which is another question entirely. None of the irons, in any case, solid or otherwise, came from me.

Utah reader, according to dictionary.com (my favorite online dictionary), “glump” is not a noun, it is an intransitive verb meaning “to manifest sullenness; to sulk” (albeit colloquially), and I for one -- pat from big A can speak for herself if she wishes to -- can’t make heads or tails of what you’re getting at, if, in fact, you are getting at anything. You mentioned in another comment on the same post that you liked the music of “alll the b’s bach beethoven bocelli brahms,” but you neglected to mention beyoncé, bono, and dieterich buxtehude. The post in question contained a photograph of Elvis Presley performing “Jailhouse Rock” but your contention that “there has never been or will be greater music” is debatable. What about your own Mormon Tabernacle Choir there in Salt Lake City? Did you forget about them? Also, for a minute there at the beginning of your comment, you seemed to be channeling Jerry Lee Lewis. You kind of trailed off at the end, though, and I am not certain what it is, exactly, that you are asking.

Arkansas reader, I rejoice with you, as you seem very happy with the very real possibility that you have lost your marbles. I gleaned this fact from your use of an exclamation point at the end of your sentence. Had you used a question mark -- I think I have lost my marbles? -- I might have thought that some displaced Valley Girls had found their way to your fair region and influenced the local patois.

Which brings me to the final question, “Are you okay Mr. RWP?”

Groningen (Holland) reader, your decision to omit the vocative comma gave me pause. If you had included it (“Are you okay, Mr. RWP?”), I would have answered that sometimes I am and sometimes I am not, but that my not having blogged for a few days just meant I had nothing to say at the moment. My health is good; no problem there. Life is busy and full -- real life, I mean, not this computerized facsimile thereof. But I have taken your question at face value (that is, without the vocative comma), and after pondering a good deal over it, I have decided that I am both an okay Mr. RWP and the okay Mr. RWP. My goal in the time that is left to me, however, is to be the most magnificent Mr. RWP possible.

Speaking of alll the b's, my all-time favorite is this one, especially when she was poking fun at something dear to the heart of every Georgian (part 1) and (part 2).

Hello, I must be going, but I’m so glad we had this time together.

9 comments:

Pat - Arkansas said...

Thanks for the links to 'Went With the Wind.' It had been a long time since I last saw those episodes. The Carol Burnett Show was a 'don't miss' TV program in former years.

Update: My marbles are still missing.

A Lady's Life said...

With the world the way it is today it doesn;t take much to put one into a bad mood. But you know, nothing anyone can do.
The world has to go through what is destined for it to go through.Smile , laugh cry.....
So do what makes you happy and healthy rather than what makes you ill.

Carolina said...

Oh dear, sorry I forgot the comma. I will try to never forget it again but will probably not succeed. See?
And to me you already are the most magnificent Mr. RWP possible. Until I meet a better one of course.

Putz said...

from your utah reader<><>clqrification<><><>your post on QUESTIONS is much to do about nothing<><>>><><>i don't like beyonce, and bono only slightly<><>,.the KING was greatness{my main point}, but i do like all religious music, and i certainly love jerry lee lewis.... i trailed off there at the endbecause i wasn't going anywhere and i wanted you to know that<><><>i had already been where i wanted to be{done that been there} and my idea of a glump is someone who hadn't touched all the bases in his or her post

Putz said...

p.pps my commenton on jailhouse rock was very adroit, concentrate when i comment and you won't miss anything

Snowbrush said...

You're a sick man, you know, but you've got Putz, and you've got me, and we'll look out for you so you don't out into the Interstate.

rhymeswithplague said...

Thanks for commenting, everybody!

Pat, some of the best laughs I have ever had came from that show. Shall we send out a search party for your missing marbles?

A Lady's Life, good advice!

Carolina, if there are other Mr. RWPs out there they are imposters!

Putz, a little surly today, aren't we?

Snowbrush, help from any quarter is deeply appreciated.

Yorkshire Pudding said...

So your aim is to be "the most magnificent Mr. RWP possible."? Well in that case it is time for a fashion makeover sir! Out with the old and in with the new! No more sensible, conservative garb! It's time for tie-dyed T-shirts, cut off denim shorts and rubber flip flops. A tattoo on the forearm would also not come amiss - just a simple heart with the name Ellie in it and an arrow passing through. Your hairstyle also needs updating. I'm thinking blonde streaks and a back comb. The spectacles need replacing with something like Easy Rider shades. This advice comes free of charge - like a gift.

rhymeswithplague said...

Y.P., you have caught me in one of my rare misstatements. I did not mean to say "the most magnificent Mr. RWP possible" (which, I fear, is beyond even my considerable capabilities) but "the most magnificent Mr. RWP ever" (which is not). The difference between the two goals, when one thinks about it, is mind-boggling.

I will take your sartorial and tonsorial suggestions under advisement.