The other day my better half found a wicked cool site regarding pronunciation, and ever since it’s been nothing but study time around here.
This morning I finally got to the "I’s" and was particularly interested in the entry on Iraq. As the two of you who claimed to have read the earlier babbling spat in which I touted my ability to decipher and understand geopolitics may recall, I referred to that tourist hotspot as "Eye-raq." No more. Forthwith, I’m an "ear-ROCK" man. And an "ear-Ron" man as well.
In fact, here are a few of my new pronunciations:
It is my hope that these and future new pronunciations will lend a more authoritative timbre to The Contrarian’s war coverage. (For the record, that coverage has so far been hampered by the fact that every time Casey tries to force me onto a plane bound for Baghdad International, he receives my feared "Eagle Claw" move, and I am free again.)
Plus, a guy I know took that trip and I have it on his authority that the drive from the airport into town really sucks.
And, I told Casey, if I wanted to sit on my couch in a fortified 7 mile swath of America eating a Quarter Pounder and watching re-runs of Seinfeld while I send out defenseless Iraqi stringers to get me quotes, I can do it on my couch in a fortified 23 mile swath of America called Manhattan.
Besides, everything there is going fine anyway.
Well, gotta get back to the books…