So we have Kanga-tender, The Viking, The Delicate Sonja, Lady Absentia and The Talent. No, Pathos. No, The Talent. No, Pathos. No, Guiltmaster. No, Knotty-bottoms.
Does anyone want to take bets on how many times Aaron changes his name before he settles on delivering a very long, very well-written dissertation on why it makes no sense at all to have nicknames in the first place, and that it was a silly, demeaning idea from the start, thereby creating a fester pit of guilt in which he can wallow because he was, after all, the one who began the whole "nicknames" thing?
I give him five days, tops. Any takers?
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Okay. Three words have moved me to respond --"absentia," "bottoms," and "fester," a word that downright warms the wobbly bits, don't you agree?
ReplyDeleteRather than Lady Absentia, I am quickly becoming known in familiar circles as Lady Dementia. Case in point: I have no recollection whatsoever of ever meeting a Kanga, a Viking, a Talent, or a Sonja. I am, however, quite cozy with Pathos, but since Pathos has apparently gone missing (again), I shall strike off in search of the peripatetic god of distress and sadness. See you when I return from the Abyss. Think I'll need an umbrella?