Friday, August 25, 2006

Verily, verbiosity abounds
Each week, about this time, Los Bruncheros begin the discussion of where to meet for the weekly repast. The volume of e-mails centering on this subject may one day be worthy of publication. At the very least, they are entertaining, this week being no exception. For anyone out there who stumbles upon this lonely spot in the blogiverse, I thought I'd share some of the fun. It started innoncently, with notice a mutual friend was in town and the suggestion we meet at a favorite spot in the big city about 20 miles north.

Our favorite spot there, however, is not without its shortcomings, which was in discussion when a little competition was spawned:

Brunchero #1: I was concerned about the noise too, that was why I was hoping we might be in the back room, where it is less noisy. (How's that for a run on sentence?)

Brunchero #2: Well, as run on sentences go your's, my dear [Brunchero #1], wasn't so bad considering it addressed a matter near and dear to most all of us, namely, the constant quest for the perfect brunch-spot that appeases all of us to the "nth" degree, as if such a place ever had a ghost of a chance to even exist in the first place.

(That's my entry in the "run on sentence" contest. Anybody else care to play?)

Brunchero #3: Alas, I fear my runon sentence construction abilities pale in comparison to those of [Brunchero #2], who links copious verbiage together in such facile streams that flow unimpeded across the pale grey of the apple laptop screen and defy the merest hint of interruptability with their conspicuous stream of consciousness agglomeration of nouns, verbs, descriptors, punctual punctuation and timely flights of literary fancy.

Brunchero #4 (your, truly): The opportunity of epicurian delights along with intelligent, stimulating and elucidating social discourse, not to mention a welcome reunion with a friend and comrade of former Oklahoma habitation, is an opportunity which, should it be missed, would loose the moorings and set adrift the vessel so fondly known as Friendship, the very thought of which transports my piteous soul, or lack thereof, to depths known only to the dark denizen of the seas that are immortalized within the tales and tunes of centuries' worth of sailing men (and some women) to whom we owe a king's ransom of debt for their daring to sail into the unknown and make it known, to seek the ellusive edge of the world and wonderously discover it's bounteous beauty and treasures, to have made the sacrifices that ultimately have allowed you and I, nay, all of us the priviledge of savouring freshly ground coffee, the succulent, squeezed nectar of newly plucked oranges, potatoes which dance on one's tastebuds with the seasonings and flavors of the Indias, the bounty of the farms which are slowly giving way to the cancer of urban spread and corporate greed, subjects of which could be illuminated, discussed and debated once we convene at the appointed time, 10:30 am being my preference, within the brunching establishment of choice with a suitable seating arrangement that I hope, mez ami, can be easily obtained, thus allowing more time for the renewal of comity and the enjoyment of alimentary victuals.

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Brunchero #2: Gawwd! That's one helluva rambly-assed run-on. [Brunchero #4] clearly takes the lead by several lengths. Anyone else playing or do we declare [Brunchero #4] the winner?

Brunchero #4 (your's truly): Oh, certainly there's a worthy challenger or two - I toss the gauntlet and insist it be ta'en up....

Brunchero #1: [Brunchero #4] wins!!!

Brunchero #3: Yowza! You win!!!

Brunchero #4 (your's truly): Aw c'mon... Brunchero #1, Brunchero #5, yea even Brunchero #6, dare ye not to take up the gauntlet? I was looking forward to any ripostes... dayumn....

Brunchero #1: Actually, if you look way down on the list, I was the one who started all this with a comparatively small run on sentence and Brunchero #2 was just trying to make me fell [sic] better by doing one.

But, again, I pale in comparison to Brunchero #4's obvious hidden, and heretofore unknown, talent for this sort of thing.

Brunchero #4 (your's truly): Why yes, Brunchero #1 did initiate, which does not preclude Brunchero #1 - or Brunchero #2 or Brunchero #3 - from continuing and Brunchero #5 or Brunchero #6 joining in, and such being the case I hereby implore the competition to proceed so that I may be prevented from dwelling alone and forsaken within this alien dominion of language I seem to fallen into and from which I am having great difficulty in extricating myself....

helpeth me...


As of this writing, that's where the challenge stands. I will post updates as they occur.
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