On nomenclature

On November 4, 2016November 4, 2016 By Luther M. SilerIn Uncategorized4 Comments

So it hit me the other day that I don’t actually know what the hell a pantsuit is– or, at least, I don’t know why pantsuits are called pantsuits. I mean, I know what a suit is, but suits always involve pants. So why, when it’s being worn by a woman, do we refer to them as pantsuits, when the part that is actually different from a suit that a man might wear is not the suit but instead the jacket?

We should call them blousesuits or something, is what I’m saying. Or maybe just suits. Also, I want formal wear in all of those colors, goddammit. Not being able to go out in public in an orange suit is absolutely the worst thing about being a white man.

(Which is to say: being a white man is awesome, because that’s literally our worst problem. Y’all should try it, if you aren’t one already.)

EDIT: Being taken to task over this via text message at the moment. “Pantsuit,” because until not too long ago women’s suits had to involve skirts and pants were the exception, not the rule. Got it. I still say I should be able to go out in public in bright colors, goddammit.

Stand by, I’m trying to come up with a secondary topic that isn’t whiny.

Damn.

Hello internet

On May 20, 2015 By Luther M. SilerIn Uncategorized4 Comments

Taking the night off; talk among yourselves. Amongst yourselves? Screw it, just talk.

I had a post planned for tonight…

On August 26, 2014 By Luther M. SilerIn Geek7 Comments

…in the brain parts of my head. But it’s thinky and I may be beyond the point where I can be thinky tonight.

(Also, WordPress doesn’t think “thinky” is a word, which is annoying.)

Instead I will just point out that I am married to a woman who, earlier tonight, and for no clear reason, decided to use Latin to describe the difference in intensity of her desire for Wendy’s versus her desire for Arby’s.

You are not married to such a woman.

I win.

The end.

In which I am old and weird

On August 15, 2014 By Luther M. SilerIn idiocy5 Comments

So I wanted, for no good reason, to Tweet a particular line from a particular song, and I couldn’t quite piece together the words. When one of the words in a song sounds like “mack-a-dang-dang,” and your ears are old and getting bad like mine are, you look them up.

So I tried to look them up. Finding words to songs has never actually been difficult; this is among the easier Google searches in the world. However, for some reason, when the artist’s name is Lyrics Born, finding the lyrics to his song suddenly gets real complicated, especially when the song is called Knock Knock and there are a bunch of songs by that name already. Note that I still can’t actually find the lyrics anywhere– I have found a few videos and several places to stream the song, but not the actual lyrics. Even my usual lyrics sites, usually on the top in the Google searches, have failed me.

(Resist the urge to be a smartass and find them; that’s not the point.)

Anyway, here’s what I thought I was hearing:

The name is Lyrics Born, AKA mackadangdang
Live from the 0-1-5 doing my thang thang

Silly, right? Sure. LB has some impressively complicated songs, “Knock Knock” isn’t one of them. It was running through my head and I wanted to Tweet it. But I could not make “mackadangdang” turn into a phrase I understood. But it sounded pretty clear, right?

What the hell; I googled “mackadangdang.” A few minutes and some spelling variations led me to this:

You would think this would end the story, with me sheepishly realizing I was officially and irrevocably an Old and that there were words that The Kidz were using that I knew nothing of.

No.

Instead of Tweeting the silly line from the silly song that was in my head and giving my followers an essentially meaningless Tweet to skip over and not read, I Tweeted this:

Wait, “maka-dang-dang” is an actual slang term? GOD I’M OLD. @lyricsborn

— Luther M. Siler (@nfinitefreetime) August 14, 2014

Because I wasn’t done being dumb yet.

And LB, because the world is a dumb place and it is endlessly fun to make fun of me, retweeted it. To ten thousand people.

So now ten thousand people who have never heard of me know I’m old and dumb.

The end.

In case you ever thought I was smart

On July 16, 2014July 16, 2014 By Luther M. SilerIn idiocy3 Comments

I’d like to point out that Chuck Wendig is a Real Author and this is therefore somewhat more humiliating than it ought to be. I have literally been complaining about “ducking” since I got an iPhone and this is the first time it’s been pointed out to me that ducking actually is a goddamn verb.

I is a writar!

My Google-fu and vocabulary have failed me

On July 16, 2014July 16, 2014 By Luther M. SilerIn idiocy, Writing7 Comments

The bit that’s flipped up there, so that the pilot can climb inside the jet. What’s that called?

I swear to God I’ve just spent several minutes looking for the answer with no luck. Closest I can get is “windshield,” but I feel like that shouldn’t apply to the back part of the damn thing and plus windshield doesn’t repurpose to part of a spacecraft all that well, since there’s no goddamn wind. Vacuumshield? Dumb.

Words are stupid.

(Sidenote: Ha! There was a period of time early in the life of the blog where for some reason WordPress wanted to add “aviation” as a tag to every single post I wrote no matter what. I get to use it for real!)