Mind Your P’s and Q’s.. But Mostly Your Q’s.
August 12th, 2010 § 1 Comment
The letter Q baffles me.
I would almost say that, when considering it’s place in the English language, it’s relatively useless. Take the word “quail” for example. You could easily have originally used “kw” in it’s place and you would have never missed it.
“Kwail.”
I kind of like that.
Or the country “Qatar” could be “Catar” or “Katar.”
My struggle, however, with presenting this idea of eliminating the letter Q is that it is beautiful, and because of it’s sparse use, it’s even more beautiful due to its embodiment of the whole unique (uneek), gifted child idea. I mean, there’s a reason it’s worth so many points in scrabble.
It’s special.
But it’s that special nature that makes it frustrating, especially when trying to take a picture of a body part that begins with it.
It’s here you say “But Craig, what about quadriceps?”
Sure, if I had any to capture. I mean, they’re there, but they’re not defined, and thus, I simply show you my thigh.
Okay, there’s a slight bit of definition.
But it’s nothing to shake a stick at.
Maybe you could at least use the stick to poke and prod at it. You know, in one of those “what is it?” kind of ways.
Mental image.
While we’re on the topic of lack of definition, I’ve started an actual workout routine to build and tone muscle instead of just working on a running regimen. Sure, I carry a 3 lb. weight in each hand when I run, but what about the rest of the muscles in my body, you know? The routine I’ve chosen is called “The Spartacus Workout.” It’s from an issue of Men’s Health from back in February or so and it’s supposed to transform me into a Gladiator or Kirk Douglas or something to that effect.
I think it’s pretty crazy that they’ve figured out that the secret to time travel lies not in science and technology but health and fitness. I just want to know what kind of workout can take me back to be a dinosaur and furthermore, would it be called “The Jurassic Park Workout” or “The Land Before Time Workout?” Most likely the former, yeah?
You know, I’m kind of disappointed they didn’t come up with something a little more clever than “The Spartacus Workout.” Personally, I would go with “Spartacise Me.” It’s perfect on so many levels! But not level 7. That’s pipe world and there’s no fucking around when you’ve got piranha plants and Venus fire traps fighting over who gets to take a piece of your ass as a souvenir.
If it were up to me, I’d want Tryclyde to have their way with me, but they are but a dream.
*sigh*
I suppose I’ll just have to hope that one of these days the Sandman will bring us together in said dreams.
Possibly even together in electric dreams.
I’ll just close my eyes.
And instead of sheep, I will count quail.
Or Quayle.
One.
This a fabulous post and may be one that needs to be followed up to see what happens
A chum emailed this link the other day and I will be eagerly anticipating your next write. Proceed on the super work.