13 January 2017

Time to Rant

O'Neil De Noux

It's a NEW YEAR and time to rant.

Let's start with the word February, it's not Febuary. Neither 'R' is silent. It's February

Stop using air quotes in conversation. You look like a constipated duck unable to take off.

Stop using 'quite' and 'literally' and 'actually' and 'what can I do you for' - instead of what can I do for you - and 'coinkidink' - instead of coincidence. I mean, like, come on.

Don't smoke around me.

There's nothing cozy about a murder. I've seen enough to know. It's awful. Death can be peaceful but murder is rarely peaceful. Victims cling to their last breath.

Cats cannot solve murders. Neither can dogs. Actually, only a few humans can. I'd be happy if my cats solved the mystery of where is the litter box (I think I said this before).

Kittens are the cutest baby animals in the world. Human babies are pretty but admit it - they look like mini-Winston Churchills.

Stop demanding I share anything on Facebook. It's annoying when I'm asked to prove I like children or kittens or Jesus or the USA and if I don't share, then I don't like them. I like them. You, I'm not crazy about at the moment.

And don't test me, demanding I put a selected word in a comment to prove I'm reading all your junk or I want to remain your friend. When I don't respond, I hope you get the message.

Stop the damn game requests on Facebook. You sound like a Jehovah's Witness.

Why do my friends think I care which elf they are in the tedious LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy? Why do they want to know which elf I am? I'm not a freakin' elf, don't want to be one. I want to be one of those large ebony guys who chews off the elf's head.

People don't pass. They are dead. Deceased. Expired. I know death is scary and the word 'dead' is so final. But death is final. Sorry. I didn't create this world. If I had, a LOT of things would be different and a lot worse for bigots, prudes and tight-ass fanatics.

Dear Russian beauties, I'm not in the market. I'm a happily married older man who knows better. Also - to my male friends - stop sending me photos of naked women in emails (some labeled 'surprise' others labeled 'don't you know me'). Seriously, I know what it looks like.

All right, this is a writer's blog so I'll say something about writing. I want to thank those who write
cliché books set in New Orleans. Manslaughter at Mardi Gras. The Gumbo Drownings. Bigamy at Jazz Fest. The Shrimp Creole Garottings. These books are amazing. So many exclamation points and people calling each other Cher and Ya Mama and Who dat? Just like the real city. New Orleeens.

 "OK, that was quite actually cleansing," he pontificated as he used air quotes to emphasize his point, looking like a mallard, literally struggling for flight.

dog with dead mallard



  1. I almost fell out of my chair laughing, O'Neil. Fun stuff. But I thought cats could solve crimes. You've devastated me!

  2. This was great, O'Neil! I've always been bugged by the "passing" of people. When did that start? I remember when "passed away" was a common term, but just passed? Like a car?

    And too true about violent death. Cops get to see people dead in a lot of ways, none of them pretty or peaceful looking.

    Enjoyed the blog. Thanks.

    David Dean

  3. I do believe you have touched on some of my pet peeves. Now if we could only trace those damn telemarketeer scammers so they would quit calling.

  4. A great list of pet peeves. I share some of them & probably would share the Facebook-related ones if I were on Facebook. The words/expressions I dislike these days are "issue" as a euphemism for problem, and "I'm like" especially when talking about something that happened in the past.

  5. Cats can't pronounce "February" either. Oh, I loved this! You folks in NOLA must get as tired of that stuff as we in Kansas do of "The Wizard of Oz" references.

  6. Sigh, I guess I'm going to have to stop the presses on the 800 page first installment of my "When the Elf Killers struck Mardi Gras" series

  7. Sorry I just read this, but not sorry I read it. If that made sense. H. Allan Smith, back in the sixties I think, complained about one of those euphemisms. He said, approximately, "King Kong, shot by fighter pilots, fell off the Empire State Building, and passed away."

  8. Great rant, O'Neil--I agree with just about every pet peeve (even those about pets) that you listed.

    Like Rob, I only just got around to reading this, and I'm better off for having read it. I needed that!!

  9. Thank you for bursting the celebrated feline sleuth myth! And for the hilarious skewering of bad cliched books about.... anything! Loved it!

  10. Hmm...think you have been reading my mind, Cher.

  11. Hmm...think you have been reading my mind, Cher.


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