I’ve just noticed that my last six entries all end with a punctuation mark — We?, Wham!, Corsarius?, Order?, Anyone?, and of course, , (I’ve also just learned that placing a comma after a comma is an other-worldy experience).
Well well well, looky here…seems like we’ve got half of the family. The stepmotherly question mark, the fatherly exclamation mark, and the li’l sisterly comma. The stubborn period’s not around, along with several others, but who cares. No one holds a family reunion just to celebrate the delinquents’ (ingratos!) preposterousness.
More seriously though, this unconscious stream of punctuationary (stab me, English purists) titles leads me to think that they’re the manifestation of my subsconscious — subconscious hopes, subconscious fears, subsconscious everything-whatever-nothing.
Four out of six entries go to the question mark. This is the most nerve-wracking, and the most obvious. Anybody who’s been keeping tabs on this blog will sense the uncertainty creeping into the mind of your friend corsair. I’m not sure anybody will understand me on this, but the sight of these question marks have a slight psychological effect. Just a little effect, i mean bxmplsdwflfrrksadewr!! (I’m foaming at the mouth! Graaah!)
Uh, just kiddin. Hope I didn’t cause you to recoil in disgust. Does anybody know if insanity is a good cure to uncertainty?
Anyway, at least I’ve got one exclamation mark. There lies a sliver of the once-ruthless corsair. O tempora! O mores! O tinginingining ‘yan! At least there’s hope. The exclamation mark is hope. But let’s not forget one thing.
The comma looms large in the horizon.
This is going to be exciting.
(Which leads me think, what about your recent entries? Noticed a pattern, an omen, a revelation, anything? Hell, we can even start a meme on this one! Hmm.)