
I’m not too proud to admit my faults, especially my small and insignificant faults like the fact that I’m a terrible whisperer. Something in my voice box has never worked correctly because my brain tells it to whisper but once a month I seem to embarrass a friend by ‘whispering’, “IS THAT THE GIRL YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH BUT YOU BROKE INTO HER EMAIL ACCOUNT AND READ AN EMAIL WHERE SHE WROTE SHE CAN’T STAND YOU?”
I love hard-boiled detective novels by Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett and I always thought I’d make a great detective, but I worry my inability to whisper would prevent me from conducting a successful stakeout. My faulty whisper box makes it more believable when I tease the kids by ‘whispering’ to Optimist Prime, “Don’t tell The Fonz, but you’re my favorite,” and The Fonz will hear and get upset so I’ll ‘whisper’ to him, “I was only saying Optimist Prime was my favorite to make him feel good, but you know I like you much better.” Optimist Prime will hear this and complain and I’ll ‘whisper’ to him, “I only told The Fonz I liked him better because he heard me telling you the truth about how I liked you better and I had to lie to him to make him feel better.” Of course The Fonz will hear this and complain and the back-and-forth can go on for half an hour. We’ve been playing a version of this game for years and whenever the kids ask to play video games I try and get this game started as an alternative until they get so frustrated that they forget they had asked to play a video game.
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Before I traveled to Edinburgh, I was certain I’d find a way to travel to Loch Ness and write a post about my efforts to prove or disprove the existence of Nessie. I only had one day off from my play, and I planned to travel to spend it traveling to Loch Ness, but when I researched the history of Nessie the night before and realized all past sightings were embarrassingly lacking in credibility, I concluded this could only mean the people living close to Loch Ness are prone to dishonesty and could not be trusted. I didn’t feel comfortable spending a night among such sketchy people and cancelled my plans.
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Still one more day to vote in the caption contest.
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When somebody asks for a book recommendation, I love to think for a moment then reply with a straight face, “Have you heard of these Harry Potter books?” It seems everyone has.
Bridgesburning Chris King
September 10, 2011
Perhaps you can give up whispering and try a Humphrey Bogart mumble. Might work. Have voted..did not see my name there but then realized one must participate first…
misswhiplash
September 10, 2011
You would be just the person to start a revolution! Poor kids they will grow up totally confused having a Father like you. But they obviously thrive on it.:-))
As for Nessie..well I have always believed that it is like the old fisherman’s tale about the huge one that got away.
But it is good for business in that area. Just hope that any bloggers who live near Loch Ness do not read your post. They won’t let you go there again!
love P
Carl D'Agostino
September 10, 2011
Am not receiving caption contest entry posts. I always do the New Yorker each week and want to participate in yours too !
India Wilkes
September 11, 2011
It’s on a seperate page on top of the site!
https://thegoodgreatsby.com/caption-contest-september-4/
k8edid
September 10, 2011
It’s just as well you didn’t go to Loch Ness, I understand there is sonar equipment in use in an effort to locate the elusive being. Your whispering would probably break a few eardrums. Love the game you play with your boys – both my boys (Pancho and Lefty) are convinced they are my favorite. It’s an art.
xmichra
September 10, 2011
Good news!! -My eldest daughter told me that she wanted to be a psycologist when she grows up! So don’t worry about your kids, they can look her up when they are older and she will help them out 😀
Brown Road Chronicles
September 10, 2011
My wife keeps leaving little notes with her e-mail and password around for me to find. Is she trying to tell me something? BTW… who is Harry Potter?
gerknoop
September 10, 2011
I ToTALLY believe that Nessie is there! I SAW her (its a her) when I lived there. One day when I was having a picnic on the banks of Loch Ness. She’s really sweet and misunderstood…and HATES to have her picture taken. You really missed out!
limr
September 10, 2011
I’m a fantastic whisperer. I had to be. When we were kids, my sister and I shared the room right across the hall from my parents’ bedroom. If we wanted to complain without them hearing, we had to whisper. It was simple survival. Of course, later we found out that they were both half deaf even back then and it wouldn’t have mattered. Oh well.
granny1947
September 10, 2011
Harry Potter?
Name rings a bells.
Lenore Diane
September 10, 2011
Haven’t read Harry Potter, because I am too busy trying to document a Big Foot sighting. I was hoping my niece would find Big Foot while hiking the AT. It didn’t happen.
My husband spent time in Edinburgh. He didn’t make time to locate Nessie, either. Slacker.
Laura
September 11, 2011
You’re the guy who’s always loudly whispering inappropriate things? That’s so cool! We used to work together! Remember me? I’m the one who kept maneuvering not to sit near you in meetings.
duncanr
September 11, 2011
‘prone to dishonesty’ ???
Tsk, tsk, I must take you to task there !
There appears to be a direct correlation between amount of alcohol consumed and likelihood of sighting Nessie – and as the saying goes ‘in vino veritas’
Ergo, those who have reported seeing Nessie are not being dishonest 😆
modestypress
September 11, 2011
Instead of being a “horse whisperer,” you can be a “Nellie whisperer.”
John Erickson
September 11, 2011
My congratulations on our military prowess! You’ve got “divide and conquer” down pat.
Nessie is over-rated. Find a centaur, they’re far more entertaining.
Harry Potter? Wasn’t he the 2nd commanding officer on MASH, after Henry Blake?
Have a good weekend!
spilledinkguy
September 11, 2011
psst… Nessie!
G.G. has taken the bait!
(I whispered that, right?!)
🙂
Kim Pugliano
September 11, 2011
Whispering is overrated. I much prefer to tell my friend or family member at a regular voice that the guy standing over there by the shoes with the blue shirt on? His toupee is on crooked.
savesprinkles1234
September 11, 2011
My exmother-in-law is a horrible whisperer. She once whispered to me at one of my kid’s high school band concerts that the girl on stage looked like a slut. I pretended not to know her when the girl’s mother turned around from the seat in front of us to defend her daughter’s honor. Bad whisperers suck!
Leanne Shirtliffe
September 11, 2011
I once knew a Parry Hotter. He was dreamy.
EllieAnn
September 11, 2011
*whispers* Don’t tell anyone else, but I think you have the funniest Saturday posts in cyberworld.
pattisj
September 11, 2011
Faults? You have faults? Who knew?!
HoaiPhai
September 11, 2011
Have you considered being a private eye that specializes in shadowing the deaf or people who attend a lot of rock concerts?
My parents had a completely different tactic… they told me, and each one of my six siblings, that someone else was their favourite… that way we were always trying harder to please them.
Poached Hens
September 13, 2011
Last time I checked, they said Nessie had gone to meet some cousin at the Bermuda triangle.
Poached Hens
September 13, 2011
Oh, and seems she flew on a thestral.