Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Snark Who Hunts Back or What the hell kind of blog name is that!

Lewis Carroll, the author of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass as well as various other poems (if you haven't read them...shame on you!) wrote a poem called The Hunting of the Snark in 1874.

Wikipedia sums up the plot so much better than I would, for I would endlessly quote the poem at you...when really you should just go read it yourself. However if all you want is the summary then check that wikipedia link.

The only part that is really important is the description of the Snark and what the word Snark means in our modern day language.

As does not currently contain the slang usage of the term, I've resorted to Urban Dictionary. Bear with me:

snark :

Combination of "snide" and "remark". Sarcastic comment(s).
Also snarky (adj.) and snarkily (adv.)
His commentary was rife with snark.
"Your boundless ineptitude is astounding," she snarkily declared.
I think we can all agree that this fits my style of writing, at least on this blog, pretty much to a T.

Now as to Lewis Carroll's description of a Snark...well, that fits me disturbingly well too...

"Let us take them in order. The first is the taste,
Which is meager and hollow, but crisp:
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist,
With a flavor of Will-o-the-wisp. 
I rather hope that no one here wishes to know how I taste...cannibalism is not cool guys. However, that's not the full description. The rest fits pretty darn well and I'll tell you why.

"Its habit of getting up late you'll agree
That it carries too far, when I say
That it frequently breakfasts at five-o'clock tea,
And dines on the following day. 

I am not a morning person! I have been known to sleep until noon and eat breakfast when most people are eating lunch, that's just how I am. If I have to get up...well I'm usually grumpy as hell and even snarkier than usual...

"The third is its slowness in taking a jest.
Should you happen to venture on one,
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed:
And it always looks grave at a pun. 
Sometimes I'm not so quick at getting a joke and sometimes a person's sense of humor does not make a bit of sense to me.

Also...I sigh like a thing that is deeply depressed and raise my eyebrow gravely every. single. time. my father makes a pun.

"The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines,
Which is constantly carries about,
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes--
A sentiment open to doubt. 
I'm OCD, give me a break. I like my apartment to be fairly clean and neat and I shower at least once a day. Lewis did you write this about me in the late 19th century? I'm disturbed. 

"The fifth is ambition. It next will be right
To describe each particular batch:
Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite,
And those that have whiskers, and scratch.
 I feel like I'm fairly ambitious.

So, in other words, I am a Snark. Lewis Carrol knew what he was talking about.

But here's the difference between me and this poem. I'm not letting people hunt me, I'm hunting them with all the snark and wit my brain and my poor abused keyboard can muster.

Here's hoping you understand my blog's name now. If you don't, even after reading this...there is no hope for you.

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