Bad use of Language by Media

Whatever it is, Mike Tomlin oozes it. -- Dan Dierdorf

Have you ever heard a more disgust comment regarding a coach? Regarding anyone? I think he meant exude, but that isn't what he said. It's really a shame how the English language is butchered in everyday broadcasts. I've also noted an increase in the incorrect usage of matriculate. It has nothing to do with progression -- look it up. It actually applies to enrolling in a school only. Wanna bet that the meaning ends up changing.

More on football later, but anyone else out there disgusted with how English has been used in the modern vernacular?

Funeral Black Friday

'Black Friday:' Three dead so far: The Swamp: "Some 'Black Friday.''
First a temporary maintenance worker died opening the doors of a Wal-Mart to a bargaining-hunting crowd of human wolves. And now two are dead at a Toys 'R'' Us."

Say it ain't so. Wow, this is just stupid. I know that economic times are hard, but for God's sake, just don't run someone over in your lust for a big screen. This sickens me and I am glad as hell that I don't do go to Black Friday sales anymore. They were too stressful, but this is beyond my ability to grasp.

Shameful, and I'm not one for shaming others . . . really!

Thanksgiving

Well, today will be my first major holiday with gastri bypass. It's sort of a weird moment. I don't feel like I will be missing out on much, really. I actually find that I rather hate eating. I have all of these expectations of how the food will taste and they are never fulfilled. Even if the expectation is fulfilled, I end up feeling to full or to sick. I'm not displeased. I just don't want to eat. It's like a chore for me.

So, I will sit down to Thanksgiving dinner with my family tonight and I will ponder what the past three months post op have done for me. They made me hate eating and lost me 50 pounds. Again, I'm not displeased.

I wish I could eat a hamburger or something and not have it hurt. I think that is my old self coming through. I just want to eat like that again, but still lose the weight. My eating is not difficult and as long as I behave myself I feel no discomfort. The joy has gone from eating. I no longer take immense joy in the feeling of food and the wondrous taste of it. Again, not complaining, but wishing I could still have that love affair.

Well, I guess I am complaining because I want food back, but I don't really. I'm much better off. I miss it like a bad boy lover. You know it isn't good for you, but it is sooooo goddamned good to taste. Now, nothing really tastes good. It's fuel and nothing more. I need to find my new joy. Maybe I ought to find it in writing again, as per the post above.

Any fiction written yet? No, but I've thought about it seriously. So seriously, in fact, my brow furrowed. No, seriously.

Thanksgiving -- bring on the turkey and the keyboard. There will be joy yet.

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