Monday, November 10, 2014

epitaph laugh

Oh, stop, don't go getting all nervous just because you see the word "epitaph." I'm not trying to send a secret message or evoke a mortal concern or any of that. As a former headline writer, I love the brevity of epitaphs. A life in a few words. Succinct. Pithy, as in central core, the organic essential substance. I suspect epitaphs are out of favor these days. I won't get into that. I just want to share a few candidates for my self, some verbal trial balloons, while I am above the dirt.

IT COULD'VE BEEN WORSE

LEADING WITH MY CHIN*

SOME NEVER LEARN

ARTISAN LAUGHORIST, BLOGGER, WORDSMITH

PREDIGITAL CHATTERBOX

SOLIPSISTIC TWEETER

*I'm not saying I favor this one (I don't), but it encapsulates my overeager tendency to please, or be pleasing, or need stroking, or reassurance, thereby inviting, almost begging for, a swift left to the jaw in the boxing ring of life.

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