Monday, May 12, 2008

Death Of Language




Things bother me. That's how I know I am getting old. When I see a kid wearing his pants/belt around the back of his ass, boxers exposed I want to shake him until he quits breathing. That's a good sign that I am no longer in the know as to what's cool. I'm O.K. with that. There are other things that worry me though. Recent studies of employers have shown that the current crop of young people entering the workforce are displaying scary signs of the advance of technology.









That is just frikkin' sweet.











The culprit? Cel-Phones and PDA's. "Crackberries" and the like have taken a society that could, for the most part, communicate and reason. They could also read and write. That time is coming to a close. With texting being the outlet of choice for personal communication, young grads are unable to hand-write legible notes in an office environment. They also are unable to type clear and concise reports for the needs of the business. Since we have grown increasingly dependant on wireless technology, the human animal is also becoming unable to socialize effectively. We are (generally speaking) less able to reason, argue, and understand other points of view on a person to person basis as a result.


Seriously? No, seriously.










The spelling thing really gets to me. Not capitalizing where one should and forty line run on sentences also kill me. I don't remember seeing this when I was growing up in the drug-hazed '70's and big hair 80's. Maybe because we didn't get cable t.v. until HBO showed up around 1979 or 1980, or that cel-phones and Colecovision were still barely affordable or practical...I'm not really sure. I just know we played outside a TON. And my pants were secured around my waist. Maybe it's the belt that is causing this educational rift. Maybe by tightening the belt around the testicles (where it appears to be on most teens and twenty-somethings), it is restricting bloodflow to the more important parts of the brain. O.K., I'll shut up. I'm old and uncool as hell. I have a sweet bike to ride though, and I can spell without a computer program to show me how. That's kind of nice.

14 Comments:

At 10:25 AM, Blogger rushman said...

I'm with you on this one Captn. it drives me crazy to, but then again I can't spell or punctuate so I don't know were the hell i'm at I'm so confused!!!!!!!!!!

 
At 3:02 PM, Blogger Vegas said...

wtf? i dunt unnerstan wut ur tkin abt??? ROTFLOL!

 
At 3:18 PM, Blogger JIMBO said...

Bitch .. Don't talk shit.. You havnt had my address right in 2 years... Frickin' Tard

 
At 4:53 PM, Blogger Sharpie said...

Uh..Jim..you spelled "haven't" wrong. Pull up those pants, o.k.?
If you would move out of the local Y.M.C.A. youth hostel I would have a shot at that address.

 
At 4:54 PM, Blogger Sharpie said...

Oh, and "'tard" isn't something one would capitalize. Sorry, I'm just saying...

 
At 4:54 PM, Blogger Sharpie said...

Randy, we are old and mostly drunk, so we are allowed to misspell things. Also, we can claim we predate "spellcheck."

 
At 8:10 PM, Blogger JIMBO said...

Your right!! You probably only really need to spell "Trek Sale"
correctly to get through your day though...

 
At 7:45 AM, Blogger rushman said...

Thanks sharpie I feel better about myself already so I'm going to have a beer.

 
At 8:16 AM, Blogger Sharpie said...

To get through my day I also have to know how to spell "cunniliguis"!

 
At 11:18 AM, Blogger Vegas said...

Too bad you didn't actually spell that right: cunnilingus. Guess you ain't gonna get any. ;)

Oh, and I feel I must point out that you spelled "evolution" wrong in the article just before this one. Even though it's a typing mistake (you spelled it correctly the first time), it's just as bad. Black calling the pot WHAT???

Huh huh! Maybe you should spend a litte less time with your face in your fiance's pants and a little more quality time with the spell checker yourself!

Or NOT! She's hot, what am I saying??? :)

 
At 11:42 AM, Blogger Sharpie said...

THANK GOD someone caught that, I have been waiting all day for the reply of "I was licking it as I was typing it." Spell checker licks my bag, I'll take a 40,000 to 1 ratio of right to wrong.....and don't make me go through YOUR blog!

 
At 7:56 PM, Blogger Vegas said...

Oh, I DARE you to go through my blog, tough guy!

Unlike yourself I only get laid once every leap year, so I'm relegated to spending my nights on my favorite porn site www.dictionary.com.

 
At 5:40 AM, Blogger Sharpie said...

Dude, seriously...I got torn UP last night! that girl is a frikkin' cougar fo'sho'.
I thought your favorite Porn site was www.TOMAC.com???

 
At 1:04 PM, Blogger taylor said...

Its okay people, I have found a way to communicate with folks online who speak this new fangled jibberish. Just check out this translator I found, and post messages like you know what you're doing!

http://ssshotaru.homestead.com/files/aolertranslator.html

 

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