Tossing and Tortured 'Till Dawn

I come back to you now, at the turn of the tide.

Monday, January 03, 2011

Happy New Year to all.

Among other things, I think most of my irrelevant ramblings ought to coalesce here, once again. For starters, I'm going to cross-post the house-related stuff the Girl and I write on the T-town Bunglow blog we began this weekend.

Other social media is fun, in its way, as we have discussed below, but as a certain anonymous friend recently reminded me, weblogs are far more enduring. It is, perhaps, his loyal readership that has reinspired me.

Another oldie is my Pet Peeve of the Day.

Today's, then, is excessive and irrelevant titles, especially when abbreviated.

I saw it all of the time when I started looking for houses. You'd see real estate agents -- a sales job which requires a couple of correspondence courses' worth of training, in my understanding -- with an alphabet soup of titles.

But, taking the cake is the smallish local church down the road from me. Disclaimer: I do not attend this church. But, on the metal plaque above his reserved parking space, and on the sign on the front of the church, and on their white panel van, is the following:

Bishop Pastor John A Doe, D.D., Founder.

Of course, the parking plaque hasn't got the room, so it reads: "B P J A DOE DD." The founder part gets left off, I suppose.

But, seriously, my friend. I thought this sort of business went out of fashion with monarchs?

I ended up with a one-pence in my change last year - here in America! - of these. If you have to squint, it says GEORGIVS VI D G BR OMN REX F D IND IMP. Yeah, that's George the 6th, by the grace of God King of all Britain, defender of the faith, Emperor of India.

Perhaps, again, it is because I do not attend father Doe's church, but I thought there was meant to be some bit about humility?