Okay, here's the deal: We don't KNOW how to do serious. So, if you are coming here for some serious business, you have come to the wrong place. This is not the place for intelligent discussions, mature observations of the world, or politically correct debates. Rather, you have entered the Snark Zone. Here, irony rules and there are no boundaries. We will Snark about everything. Whether you like it or not.
So let us get down to the super serious non-serious business of formal introductions to our informal Snarkastic shenanigans.
First, let us meet Heather Voltz. Heather is the sardonic one. Having Wikipedia'ed sardonic, I have come up with this: Among the very ancient people of Sardinia, who were called Sardi or Sardoni, it was customary to kill old people. While killing their old people, the Sardi laughed loudly. This is the origin of notorious sardonic laughter. In short, I should be afraid. Very, very, VERY afraid....
Then there is me, Tammy Ingham. I am the sarcastic one. Sarcasm is "a sharp, bitter, or cutting expression or remark; a bitter jibe or taunt, usually conveyed through irony or understatement. Most authorities distinguish sarcasm from irony; however, others argue that sarcasm may or often does involve irony. Thank you, Wikipedia.
I do so love irony. Even Wikipedia says so. As Heather will tell you, "Irony is delicious. Especially with ketchup and pickles." I prefer mine with a little mustard.
Lastly, our mascot, Snarky (TM'ed thank you very much), the loveable orange, Snark-wand toting dinosaur, is the cutest of the three of us. Be warned, she is not particularly politically correct, her Snarkasm knows no bounds, and she is likely to step on someone's toes with her size 22 1/2 clodhoppers.
Heather would very much like to make her into a plushy toy...
I... did not know that about the origins of the word Sardonic. That. is. delightful. :D
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