First, the LULZ. Cracked Magazine with a list of internet personality disorders. We have all seen these people online. Which is why I no longer go to message boards or read most comments threads.
Related: Narcissistic Personality Disorder to be removed from the Diagnostic Manual
A scholar attempts to recreate Shakespeare’s works with original accents. Words which do not rhyme with modern inflections now make music. I read this comments thread because I thought the debate might be more interesting and elevated than the usual commentary from cyberwanker2014.
One guy wrote, “What a load of old tosh.”
Awesome.
From last August (boy do I need to clean out my bookmarks,) a crook attempted to sell a stolen Shakespeare folio so he could impress his beautiful Cuban girlfriend with expensive gifts.
Critics are Jerks Department: a beautiful ballerina with a history of eating disorders gets slammed for “…looking as if she had eaten one sugar plum too many.”
A post mortem on the auction of the estate of Dominick Dunne. Snarking over the dead body.
The ex-wife of author Philip K. Dick has written a memoir.
My ex proofreader has diagnosed me (and her ex boss at the wildlife preserve she was volunteering at), and frankly pretty much anyone who gets on her wrong side, as having NPD. Her degree in bird biology makes her an expert, right?
Arlene – but of course. Because it couldn’t possibly be that she is the one who lives by the mirror and thinks she is the center of the universe.
And of course, just because NPD is removed from the manual that doesn’t mean we still won’t have to deal with those folks. Alas.
I’m guessing they removed NPD because they can’t fix it. Out of sight, out of mind.
LOL!
Hey, I am an expert in internet everything, and I diagnose you all as terminally awesome.
You could just die of fabulousness.
@scribblerworks you have NO idea. One day I will blog about the Worst Trip I Ever Took with her. It is not to be believed.
oh, and the Shakespeare link was awesome in the comments indeed:
“As night follows day, as indeed as I followeth the ancestors who begot me, ’tis I who trolleth not , sir.”
That may be the best NO U I have ever read. Forsooth.
The attempts at linguistic history in the comments on the “how Shakespeare spoke” are varied and humorous. Particularly the bit about claiming a form of English was spoken in the British Isles BCE. Sorry, but “Anglo-Saxon” (from which the term “English” is derived) came in with the Saxons well into the post-Christian era. Heh.
I was also amused by the nearly pretentious “eeore” for his comment about “the Celtic phallacy”. I mean, I’ve always considered the Celtic culture to be rather virile and, well, sexy, but I think the word he actually wanted was “fallacy.”
(Sits back and waits for Colleen to get up off the floor laughing until she cries.)
“Celtic Phallacy” would be a great name for a band.
Sounds like an Irish punk-folk band.
@Arlene: But everyone knows birds are dicks. So she was totez the highest authority on obsessive dickery.
“Celtic Phallacy Disorder” — The misperception of what might exist beneath a kilt and/or sporran, and the actual reality. Since many individuals afflicted rarely experience the reality which can adversely affect the subject’s fantasies, this disorder is usually treated like any other fantasy-based disorders: mainstreaming and coping mechanisms to help the subject function in everyday society; shock treatment for more serious cases, forcing the subject to face the hard reality and accept the disappointment inherent in such situations.
(If possible, picture Dr. Ludvig von Drake lecturing.)
An interesting take on the NPD removal from DSM-V
As far as Shakespeare’s English sounding different — er, yes. As anyone who also suffered through working at the Renaissance Faire when it was run by the Living History Center will tell you.
Somewhere, I still have my guide to Elizabethan pronunciation… and when drunk, I can be goaded into reciting “Green Eggs and Ham” with an Elizabethan accent.
The book we’re working on actually deals with the Celtic phallacy. Implicitly, anyway.
Snerk.
Kudos to Torsten and Derek.
Next time I see you VT, you must perform “Green Eggs and Ham”.