Now and then, it behooves us to clean up our loose ends, otherwise they become disgusting after a while, much like my potty humor. Not having anything better to expound upon today, I will turn my attention to addressing some unfinished business left dangling from previous posts and comments. What a relief it will be to resume posting in the future with that behind me.
The first item in my rear view mirror is Don Frankel’s 10/31 comment to my HEAR YE THE POET TREE post, in which he answered “no” to the question of whether a tree falling in the forest makes a sound if there is no one there to hear the sound waves (they just disappear, he said — reminiscent of many of my posts on SWI). Speaking on behalf of our furry and feathered forest friends and outdoor insects (such as Jiminy Cricket, Mister Mosquito, Zipper the Fly and Bugs the Bunny impersonator), we are insulted by the superior attitude of humans who ignore us except when we pose for your cutesy pictures, flee for our lives, or bite your fat butts. We are NOT “no one,” and what’s more, we hear better than you. When’s the last time you saw a non-human flattened beneath a fallen tree? It’s unheard of, just like the falling tree that nails you humans….so yes, a tree falling in the forest does make a sound, because WE hear it!
Speaking of fat butts, the next item on my mind is in regard to a 11/4 SWI post titled TAKING QUALITY FOR GRANTED, to which I made a comment which ended: “I like to think my writing is well rounded, therefore I’m truly a rounder — I mean, a writer.” Now it occurs to me that a lot of people probably never heard “rounder” used as a noun and assumed it meant I’m round — a fatso — whereas it actually means a scoundrel or bounder, which isn’t very funny unless you think about it, and then it’s not funny at all, because I had to explain it out of context. So, is it my fault that what was intended to be hilarious, fell flat because your vocabulary is sadly deficient? You can see why this has been bugging me.