I dunno what I was on about
Hey, peeps, so I'm still talking abt my convo w/Shannon @ school last week. This time, Shannon asked me if ppl calling her "retarded" means she's stupid, and I sed it doesn't, and I went in2 this whole thing abt how when a flite's delayed @ the airport, the French signs are all "en retard" 2 mean the planes R on their way but not there yet. And Shannon was like, "So ...what ...they're ...saying ...is ...'I'm ...on my way ...but I'm ...not there yet'?" And I was all, "Xxactly," and how I thot the peeps who call her "retarded" will prolly never GET THERE @ all. And Shannon posted her perspective in a comment last nite:
Apes
April,Yeah, sorry I babbled, Shannon. Sumtymes I just don't know what I'm talking abt, but I run w/it NEway, esp. if I believe I'm making sum1 feel better.
I was so excited to read your Real Blog this week, since it was about how I comforted you when your sister called you “picky face.” One of the best ways to make you feel better is to ask you a question about something I already know. I got a copy of Retarded Isn't Stupid, Mom! by Sandra Z. Kaufman a long time ago. When I asked you the question, I thought you would say something like, “Stupid is as stupid does.” or “’Stupid’ comes from the Latin stupidus = stup(ére) which means ‘to be numb or stunned’ and ‘retarded’ comes from the Latin retardāre which means ‘to delay’”.
Your answer surprised me. You said I was like a late airplane, from an airport sign in French. My dad says when airplanes are “late on arrival” all the time that means the airline company is run by idiots and stupid people, who can’t get their plane schedules right. Also, everyone knows what your family thinks about the French. When you explained “’En retard’ means it’s on its way, but it’s not there yet”, I was so confused all I could do was repeat it back to you. I told my brother Blair about it, and he said, “En retard” just means “late”. I guess you were making up a new definition to make me feel better. Or maybe you didn’t do very well in French class.
But then you compared the people who call me “retarded” to airplanes who never get there, like they crashed. I was confused again. I asked my brother Blair about it and he said, “I thought April’s boyfriend Gerald was one of the ones who called you ‘retarded’?” I said he was, but I was careful not to give you his name in my list of ‘retarded’-calling people, because it would have messed up my whole plan to comfort you. Then Blair said, “Maybe get there is about sex.” I thought about you and Gerald, and I realized my brother could be right. Everyone knows he is never going to “get there” with you, after that time with the posters about your 16th birthday.
It was a good lesson for me, April. I thought I would make you feel better to tell me something I already know, but then you told me things I had a hard time figuring out. Even though I was confused, it seemed to make you feel better, so I think I am still the best at comforting you. I notice you didn’t say anything to Eva Abuya about being called “picky face.” I can’t wait until your sister calls you another name. I will be ready for it.
Love,
Shannon Lake
Apes
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At 10:10 AM, Anonymous said…
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At 10:15 AM, duncan anderson said…
Shannon, do u want me 2 beat Ger up? He shld b ez, 1 hard punch 2 the stomach, his bro beats him up all the time.
Apes, dont feel 2 bad, I say alot of st00pid things 2. R we on @ Horny Ts Sun nite?
Anon d00d, who r Bob & Ray? Do they want me 2 beat ne1 up 4 them? Perdita says inhaling bleach all week has made me mean. I think Snitch dumping me & snitching on me has made me mean. Whatevah.
At 1:53 PM, Anonymous said…
April,
Well at least this special buckling inservice will be over soon, I am spending the weekend with Anthony, we have a special project planned, hey tell me again, how tall are you, not that I need to know for any special reason, just curious, and also, say, how high can you jump, and do you think you could climb a chain-link fence, and if so, how high could you get, I don't know, Anthony, maybe we should go with that razor wire on top like we discussed, I don't care if it does cost more, I am living at home and Mom hasn't cashed any of my rent checks, so I'm rolling in money, seriously, at night Shiimsa and I close my bedroom door and put the money pile on my bed and we roll in it naked, Shiimsa insists that is how a proper money pile roll is done, anyway, April, if you could get back to me soon I would appreciate it, also, do you know the dimensions of the rec room?
Liz
At 3:50 PM, Anonymous said…
Dearest, sweetest, yet troubling April flower,
What does Shannon mean, when she says "everyone knows" that I'm "never going to get there" with you?!? You swore to me that there was still a chance! You pinky swore! Please tell me this is just another case of Shannon being a retard.
Angrily, your Gerald
At 4:27 PM, howard said…
April,
Sorry so non-communicative this week. On the weekends at Mimico Correctional Centre, I don’t have computer access and frankly, I wouldn’t have time if I did. I have a very busy schedule of conjugal visits from the elderly women of Milborough, anxious to get that special Howard Bunt shamp-Oh treatment. Since I am no longer located at the Milborough Prison, a lot of the retirement homes have been using their buses for the transportation. It makes for a busy day when a busload of old women rolls up to Mimico, and my hands are quite wrinkly after 2 long days of shamp-Ohing.
The main reason for the lack of communication this week, is this week has been the week of layoffs at Portrait Magazine. It has been very busy for me and my co-senior editor Morrie Saltzman, whenever he manages to get a little time to stop in.
Monday – I informed the “Disgruntled” group they were to be laid off and given a severance of one week’s salary for each year they had been working at Portrait Magazine, or 2 months salary, whichever was more. Most of them had been hired by your brother in the last 4 years since he had been working at Portrait, so 2 months was typical. Their reaction was quite surprising.
Chris said, “Oh good. Now I will have more time to do animation scripts for my freelance work. I am pretty sure my wife will say to me, ‘Great!! You finally did it!!’ That’s what Michael Patterson’s wife did.” Ben said, “More time for my freelance work to write commercials, so my wife will be the breadwinner. I am so looking forward to being a ‘kept’ man. Michael Patterson says it is great.” Harriet said, “Fantastic. I have been so behind in my freelance work of editing textbooks. Without the tension of Portrait Magazine in my life, I’ll be able to keep my life for longer.” The reactions of the other disgruntleds were remarkably similar. I thought, “This is not going to be bad at all. These people are actually happy to be laid off.”
Tuesday - This day was a little more difficult as I had to tell the members of the Disgruntled group that being laid off, also meant they no longer were able to come into Portrait Magazine and use the facilities for their freelance work. I also had to tell them that just because Michael Patterson used Portrait Magazine equipment to do his freelance work and write his novel, did not mean that we were keeping that equipment available to former employees. They did not take it well, and they called me a Lard Butt and a Picky Face and said something odd about laughing last and best.
Wednesday - Chris, Ben, Harriet and the other members of the Disgruntleds decided to call my office and yell other names at me. In the meantime, the Gruntleds seemed to be overjoyed to have the sign saying “Gruntleds” over their cubes removed. They have also been making short work of a series of interview leads which Morrie found in a box in your brother’s desk labeled, “I don’t know who these people are. Why do they keep bothering me to be interviewed?” We have lined up interviews to publish from Margaret Atwood, David Suzuki, Don Cherry, Jean Vanier, Gen. Roméo Dallaire, Stephen Lewis, and Rick Hansen. Morrie said, “Such persons to be ignored. Michael Patterson must be severely retarded.” I said, “It’s not nice to call people retarded.” Morrie said, “This political correctness will kill me. What if I just call him ignorant and mean?” I said I thought that was alright, since insulting people with those terms is considered acceptable.
Thursday - Chris’s wife stopped by for a visit. I asked her if she said, “Great!! You finally did it!!” when she found out about the lay-off. She said she most certainly did not say that and any wife who would be excited about her husband quitting a lucrative job in a prestigious magazine in favour of doing only freelance work was crazy. She wanted to know if I laid Chris off because it was trying to eliminate the close workers with my predecessor, your brother Mike. I said to Chris’ wife, “Chris spent all his time doing animation scripts. His Portrait work was ‘en retard’, which is what they called it around Portrait Magazine when the work was on its way, but not there yet.” Chris’ wife said, “Like the airport signs. I guess that explains why Portrait Magazine never had any articles written by Chris. He kept on saying it was because the management kept beating down the people who wanted change and who made an effort. Now that I think about that, I realize how ridiculous that sounds.”
Friday A good day so far. Mr. Gluttson seems to be happy with the number of persons I laid off and the promise that it should have no effect on the productivity of Portrait Magazine at all, which it shouldn’t. He and Morrie had lunch where they made plans for celebrating Pesach together in April or “the 15th day of Nisan”, as Morrie corrects me.
I and my assistant, Francine, have been spending the day going over things she always wanted to do with Portrait Magazine, but got beaten down about, because her name is too close to sounding like “France.” Apparently, the on-line version of Portrait doesn’t have the ability to purchase subscriptions, or a reader’s Forum, or Blogs from Portrait columnists, or extended versions of magazine articles or any of the things which are considered to be the standard practices of operating a modern magazine.
The magazine seems to be mainly filled with advertisements featuring half-naked teenaged girls, “sylphan lovelies” as Francine corrects me. “Sex sells”, as they say, but these pictures almost make the magazine seem like a magazine for pedophiles. I asked Francine why they had so many lurid advertisements and she said it was to pay for Mr. Gluttson’s implants. I said, “Implants? Gluttson is so bald, it can’t be hair implants and he doesn’t look like he has breast implants.” Francine looked confused when I said this, and she replied, “It’s just something Michael used to say. When you think about it, it doesn’t make any sense.”
That seems to be the theme of your brother’s tenure as senior editor of Portrait Magazine.
Howard Bunt
At 4:33 PM, Anonymous said…
Duncan,
I think I might want you to beat up Gerald. The last time I saw him, he started saying he could say anything to me in French and it was alright. Then he I started telling me I was intellectuellement retardé, mentalement déficient, ou souffrant d’un retard de développement. I don’t know what it means, but coming from Gerald, I know it can’t be nice.
Love,
Shannon Lake
At 4:36 PM, Anonymous said…
April,
I told The ..Slow..........Talkers...............of....America...., I would join if they had a Canadian branch. They said they would get back to me, but they didn’t know how long it would take to form the words of the answer.
Love,
Shannon Lake
At 4:58 PM, April Patterson said…
dunc, yup, c u @ 8pm sunday.
ger? shannon misunderstood when she sed that stuff abt how u will "never get there" w/me. i was still thinking u had a chance.
but now u've sed that mean stuff abt shannon, so i mite hafta change my mind. shannon's my friend, so it's not cube of u 2 b mean 2 her.
howard, it's a wonder the mag survived @ all, eh?
liz, tell anthony that i'm abt 2 feet tall, and v. v. weak, so there's no way i can climb. so no need for more than abt a 2.5" fence, no razors @ the top.
apes
apes
At 8:49 PM, Anonymous said…
Elizabeth,
April is right. Tell Anthony she is short. When we talked about the “en retard” signs at the airport, she kept getting shorter and shorter. She might be only 2 feet tall now. If Anthony doesn’t know about “feet”, you could tell him April is 1 metre tall.
Love,
Shannon Lake
At 10:12 PM, Anonymous said…
April,
How dumb do you think I am, I'm not retarded you know, I know you are taller than that but you seem to vary a lot sometimes you are like 4'7" and sometimes more like 5'4", so I was going to build the cage to make sure you could get up and stretch and walk around but now I'm going to tell him to build it 2 feet tall AND use razor wire on top, ha ha ha!
Liz
P.S.--I think you belong in Special Needs with that retarded girl Shannon.
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