10 August 2009

A Morality Tale

It is morally wrong, I say...
...It is wrong, morally, I correct myself.
Morally speaking, I begin...
how can someone be 'morally speaking'? Really. Either you've a set of moral behaviours that you adhere to all the time, in which case you are *always* 'morally speaking', or you do not have a set of moral behaviours that you adhere to, in which case you are 'amorally speaking'. OR, I continue, you have a set of *immoral* behaviours to which you adhere, in which case you are 'IMmorally speaking'. Like, all the time.

There is a pause. I realise, people are staring at me.

I'm just saying, I say. I'm just saying that you can't really start a declaration of judgement, from a morals point of view, by saying "Morally speaking". I mean, you *can*, but it's not really accurate, so you *shouldn't*.

The pause is still there. It's waiting like the first after-dinner fart that no one wants to let go. The pause shifts uncomfortably in its chair.

It's just that, someone else says, glancing furtively around the room. It's just that I think no one here...I mean, I don't presume to speak for *everyone*...

Oh, but you *do*, someone else says.

Thank you, the first person says. Not the first person as in the narrator...I mean, I don't mean the first person narrator says "Thank you". I mean the first person who spoke up after that great uncomfortable pause. That person speaks again, and says, Thank you. What I *meant* to say...that is, what I was going to say before...well, it's just that I don't think anyone...

Knows what you're talking about, the second speaker says.

Well, I should think that's obvious, I say. I'm talking about how it's inaccurate to say "Morally speaking" when what you really mean to say is something like "from the standpoint of an argument in which a particular moral position is to be considered". Or something.

Well, someone else says. This is someone completely separate from the first two someones, neither of whom are the narrator, first OR second. But I think the issue is that no one is really sure where that statement *came* from.

It came from me! I exclaim. I'm *very* good at dispelling confusion.

Er, said someone. This was the first someone.

Um, said someone else. This was the third someone.

You see, the second someone said, it's just that...well...we're not really sure what *sparked* that statement. Its...

Genesis? I asked.

Yes, its genesis. Exactly! Said the second person.

Is that important? I asked.

Again, a pause filled the room. I suspect it had been at the berries and cream, which would explain how it grew so large so fast.

I mean, is it important where the statement came from? What its genesis might have been? The statement is true regardless.

At this point, everyone else in the room stared blankly at me for some time, then each of them, each of them **to a man/woman/child** began a spontaneous conversation with the person to his/her immediate left.

Coincidence? I think not.

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24 March 2009

Ruminations

How much more obvious does it have to be that there's something effing wrong with your utilities and services than when your water is on fire? (And just in case you missed the link on the right-hand column of that page, I've provided a second link that explains the pictures of Frozen Dead Guy Days.) Seriously. Can you imagine calling the utility company's customer service line? After you get through the automated directory, you tell a mechanical-sounding voice:
"Uh yes, hello. Fire is coming out of my sink."
"...I'm sorry?"
"Is this the customer service representative for My Utilities Company?"
"Yes..."
"Right. Fire is coming out of my sink."
"...uhhhmmmm...."
"Yes, you know, we thought it was rather odd too, particularly when we try to wash our hands or shower; it just doesn't end well so we've been showering at the truck stop up the street. It's only a quarter for a sudsy pre-wash, and for a dollar, you get the soap, the rinse, AND the undercarriage spray."
"...I...beg your pardon?"
"Quite handy for making flambé, of course."
"I'm sorry, did you say there is *fire* coming out of your taps?"
"Mmmm. Yes. Also handy for freaking the hell out of my mother-in-law. Not so handy when the kids are thirsty. I'm wondering if you could send someone out?"

Fire-breathing taps has to be just about the worst thing you could have installed in your house, with the exception of cupboard clowns.

Also, I *need* you to read The Bloggess. Because The Bloggess writes like I think. Now you know.

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