Herself: Wore one of Bee’s old shirts over my black on black on black last night. Got complements. Turns out that last night was out last turn at working at the meeting. Oh, we are so very lazy.
Reading: The new Evanovitch. It’s getting better. Leg still marginal, but the rest of me is pretty good.
Balance: A great speaker from LA last night.
I don’t mind simple ones like “I’ll, she’d, they’d,” that sort of thing. There are always abbreviations in a fast paced life, but I’ve developed a dislike for some of the more modern ones. They actually shock me.
Like “app.” Or “crit.” Or even “RIP.”
What happened to Rest in Peace. That must have vanished with the dinosaurs. The Modern RIP means Routing Information Protocol. There’s lots of protocols out there actually such as SIP: Session Initiation Protocol, RTSP: Real-time Streaming Protocol, or even the truly obscure RARP: Reverse Address Resolution Protocol.
For a bigger annoyance talk to me of “App.” What’s wrong with downloading an “application?” Perhaps something burped in the head of a young person somewhere, and application morphed into App. Young folks do that. Is this implying that my generation is getting old? I admit we turned fabulous into Fab. Remember the Fab four. I confess to vastly over using that abbreviation.
Now there’s a new one to irritate semi literate artists like me. Crit. “I’m going to my crit group.” Yes that’s a sentence and begun by those in my age group. Shame on us. If I want a critique, that’s what I will ask for. I’ve been to more critiques than automobile accidents, but the word seems to be RIP. Maybe I’m RIP and don’t know it.
Is there and App for that?