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Cooking More Futzbatter

minions6“What’s this with the made up words thing?  You can’t just make up words!”

“Why not?  I’m an English teacher.  Who better to make up words?”

“But you are making up nonsense words, and using them to make fun of Iowegians!  That’s, like, racist or something!”

“Iowegians is a made up word.  It is a play on Norway, Ioway, and Norwegian… and because a lot of white people in Iowa are of Scandahoovian descent.”

“See what I mean?  Racist!  Scandahoovian makes fun of people of Norse descent.  That is totally unacceptable!”

“I don’t see it that way.  I think we Iowegians should own it.   You know, like the way Texas rednecks are proud to be called rednecks.  I think that’s far more racist than saying Iowegian or Scandahoovian.”

“Why are we even talking about this?  Why couldn’t you have just posted more about your goofy flowers?  You have a lot more flower pictures you could use.”

“Yesterday was just a scrapbook sort of entry.  I wanted to post a variety of different things to fill space and waste time.  My writing goals were already completed for the day yesterday.  My novel is at 39,565 words right now.”

“But why did you have to make up gibberish words?  Don’t you know enough real words?”

“My Uncle Everett used to use Foobah when he was around the womenfolk so he didn’t say the word he was really thinking and offend Grandma Beyer.  That kinda makes it a real word.  And you’ve heard me say Futzbatter before.  It is a word like Paffooney… something I have used enough that you know what it means without even asking.”

“But what gives you the right to make up words?”

“What gave William Shakespeare the right?  Or Lewis Carroll?  Remember Jabberwocky?”

“But they were famous writers.  They probably earned that right.”

“I’m a writer too.  Are you saying I shouldn’t do what great writers do?”

“But your not a great…  Republican… yes, I meant to say Republican.”

“I’m not a Republican at all.  I’m an independent liberal.  I’m a progressive.  I believe we need to change things to make the world a better place for all of us.  Using new words and changing the language can’t be that bad a thing, can it?”

“We aren’t talking about politics!  We’re talking about you making up weird-sounding goofus-doofus words and using them like they actually mean something!  You can’t love the language and change it at the same time!”

“Why not?  You just did.”

“I did?  How?”

“What does goofus-doofus mean?”

“OH!  Darn it!  Don’t you see what you are doing to me with all your nonsense?  You’re making me talk funny too!”

“Speaking of funny talking, do you want to see the new Minions movie with me this afternoon?  It is playing at 3:25 at the Webb-Chapel Cinemark 17.  There’s a lot of funny talking in that.”

“Dang it!  You just posted the time and place you are planning to be.  What if that lunatic Winchuk boy decides he wants to use the information to get even with you for his entire seventh-grade year?”

“No chance of that.  He can’t read… or tell time.  He had me for a teacher.”

At that point the logical left side of my brain doubled up both of his fists and belted the creative right side of my brain in the chin as hard as he could.  Of course, that didn’t hurt at all, because both of his fists are metaphorical.  What a futzing foobah!

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Excessive Ellipsis

  1. Ellipsis (plural ellipses; from the Ancient Greek: ἔλλειψις, élleipsis, “omission” or “falling short”) is a series of dots that usually indicates an intentional omission of a word, sentence, or whole section from a text without altering its original meaning.

Here is a thing that can drive editors crazy… as well as other English teachers like my wife… when they read my… you know, purple paisley prose.  I can be way too generous with the dot dot dot.  And why do I do such a silly… silly thing?  The left-out word… the pregnant pause… the idea that something more is there when it really isn’t… something left un-said.

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I know you can indicate a pause in prose with a simple comma.  I know that the comma is proper, respectable, more suitable for the task.  But I feel the need to put really long pauses in my writing…  Sometimes the most important things that we say are what we don’t say.  Let me give you an example from Snow Babies.  Here’s the set-up and context that is needed to understand this scene.  During the middle of a killer blizzard Valerie Clarke is having a tough time.  Her father killed himself the year before.  Her mother became seriously ill as the storm started.  Townspeople have come to help and support her, but she is afraid of losing the people she depends on.  Then the local deputy brings two runaway orphan boys that were stranded in her little Iowa town by the blizzard and asks if the Clarkes can take them in where there is a fireplace and a decent chance at staying warm…

“What do you think, Princess?” Catbird said to Valerie.  “Can we keep them?”

Officer Baily stood in the entryway with the two snow-spattered boys.  Catbird was asking Valerie to decide because her mom, packed away under blankets by the fire, was either asleep or unconscious.  It made Valerie shiver all the way down to her toes because Catbird was asking in the same way that Kyle Clarke had asked so many times when Val was small.  Did he know he made her daddy’s voice echo in this house?  A house he had never really been in?

“We have no heat and not much to help them with,” offered stalwart Sue.  “We’ll abide by your wishes, dear, as the mistress of the house, but they can go somewhere else to stay.  Your poor mother is very sick.”

Valerie stared at the boy Tommy.  He was fascinating.  His eyes bored into her with something like raw emotion.  Did he despise her?  Did he like her?  Did he maybe even like like her?

“I-I think I want to let them say tear… Oh!  I mean stay here!  Will you guys, um… um… stay here?”

For the first time the dark clouds of Tommy’s glare broke.  A ray of light from a smile few ever saw from the boy, split the darkest night of Valerie’s young life.  Not that the night when her father… wasn’t…  That was dark too.  But this night, in the cold and the snow, she stood to lose her mother, and she stood to lose Pidney.  The darkness had taken hold of her more than she could ever know until that smile… that wonderful smile… that smile coming from a steely-eyed face that only ever knew frowns…  What was she thinking about?  Even her thoughts were stuttering with fright at the moment.

“We want to stay here,” said Dennis, intently studying Tommy’s face, “if you’ll let us.  I don’t think Tommy’s ever seen such a pretty girl.”

“Shut up, Denny,” Tommy said through gritted teeth.

“Really,” said Denny, grinning, “I bet Tommy’d even volunteer to sleep in the same bed with you!”

Tommy whacked the littler boy on the crown of his snow-sprinkled head.  Tommy’s face was bright red.

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It is necessary to realize that some of the most important things that are said are the things not actually said.  I know that is an oxymoron of the worst sort, but what can I say…?  I really do plan it that way   I don’t spot-up the page with ellipsis just because…  and I’m not crazy, either… well, not completely crazy… hopefully.

Walt Whitman... just for comparison. from poetryfoundation.org

Walt Whitman… just for comparison.
from poetryfoundation.org

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Bird is the Word

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Birds are always talking,

And birds are always squawking,

And they are using bird-words,

These are the words I heard.

Twitter-pated – this word comes from the owl in Bambi and means not being able to think straight because you’re in love.

Aviary – is a great big bird house, big enough to fly around in

Feather-dusted – to you and me it means clean, to a bird it means the feathers are dirty

Bird-brained – don’t be insulted if a bird calls you this.  It is a compliment.

Fume-fluttered – you gotta fly and get away from that bad smell.

Wing-walking –  it’s how you get from here to there if you’re a bird… Duh!

Wakka wakka – it’s those dang ducks again, always telling jokes!

Egg-zactly – as precise and perfect as an egg.

Coo-coo-karoo – that stupid rooster wants us to get up again at daybreak.  It’s like a bird can never sleep in!

Clucker butter – Can you believe that KFC place?  Butter on improperly cremated dead chickens (ah, well, they were only chickens after all).

Now that you have less than one per cent of the bird vocabulary, please don’t try to tell me what they are saying.  I really don’t want to know!

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