DYABNFD

emrinalexander has declared today "declare yourself a BNF day" -- her first act as a self-declared BNF apparently being to declare the holiday, in a bizarre chicken-or-the-egg thought problem that's giving me a headache already (or that could be the ten hours and counting of bilingual mock depositions) -- a holiday whose acronym (which isn't actually an acronym, of course, technically) looks alarmingly like the way mr. dennis leary pronounces his name in the punchline of that bit about Sade. you remember:

It's like, My name is "sha-DAY", but it's spelled S-A-D-E. Oh, yeah? Well, my name is Dennis, but it's pronounced "DYA-BNFD."

anyway. i can't, despite the above paragraph(s?), declare myself the BNF of Tangentia and Parentheses, because as we all know this title rightfully belongs to datlowen (and never mind the fact that -a- it's declare yourself day and i suppose i can declare myself whatever i damn please, and -b- he isn't actually a fan in the sense we mean it -- although he is a NASCAR fan, so maybe he gets in on a Fucking Weirdo clause).

so. i shall instead declare myself to be the BNF of Scathing Wit (stealth). i'm nothing of the sort, but every so often someone -- in no matter what area of my life -- comes up utterly surprised by the general snark of something i just said. so. such is my declaration. [makes regal gesture] beo hit so.