- Pig Latin
- Pigeon English
- Pigeon Pig
- Pig Squirrel
- Pig Fox
- Pig Grasshopper
- Pig Dolphin
- Pig Whale
- Guinea Pig
- Pig Peafowl
- Pig Pig
- Pig French
Reference: Troy: A Collar City History, Don Rittner.
Reference: Troy: A Collar City History, Don Rittner.
We went to the county fair, because that’s a good way for someone like me who spent most of his time growing up not going out in the wild, or out of doors, or necessarily out of the bedroom, or out of bed, to experience the wonders of nature and be sneezed on by goats. I had a very goat-booger-free upbringing and I can’t attribute most of my problems to that, although my slowness at flinching away from sneezing goats can probably be attributed to that fact.
Inside the pigs exhibit there were, well, it’s right there as implied. One of the stalls had a pair of pigs in it, one lying on the floor, the other standing above and just spraying this horrible garden hose of urine right on the lower pig’s head. It’s terrible, but before condemning the upper pig I have to say that roommate squabbles can be terrible things, and this almost certainly wasn’t the start of the fight. A fight has to escalate to the point of public urination, or else the upper pig was doing it all wrong. Which might be, of course, since I’m sure that some pigs can be as much of a jerk as some people can. I just feel I need more to the story to properly feel disgusted.
I had a reputation as a calendar-giver, based on something like fourteen years in a row going by in which I figure that a calendar just the appropriate gift to give about three-quarters of the people I want to gift with something or other, mostly calendars. I’m not one of those johnny-come-latelies who’s gotten into giving out calendars because all the cool kids are. I gave them out because I have a deep belief that the people I care most deeply about could use a little more warning about just when this year April is expected to start and end.
What’s got me thinking about this is I was in one of those odd little shops, that only exists in malls in November and December, that sells calendars and special editions of the board game Sorry, and it had a calendar of animals telling jokes. Not one of those page-a-day calendars where someone had worked up 365 jokes that could be matched with photographs of animals, or even one of those chintzy ones where they combine Saturday and Sunday and only give you approximately 313 of them. It was a monthly calendar. One of the jokes, coming from a pig, asked what you get from a pig that’s taking karate lessons. Answer: pork chops.
The calendar fascinates me. Who’s the person who wants a calendar which will, for not less than 28 days running, taunt you with the question “what do you get from a pig that’s taking karate lessons” and the answer “pork chops”? The first day, sure, you smile as broadly as anyone ever would. The second day, maybe a bit of a grin. The third, it registers as a kind of cute picture of a pig, I guess, with some text creeping around it. The fourth, you start to wonder what color belt the pig’s got to. The fifth, it’s now a question of how the pig would even tie the belt? Or would he have someone to do the belt-tying for him? Is it a him? Are boy or girl pigs more likely to take carate lessons? The sixth, you realize you spent all day yesterday treating the problem of pig karate as if it were serious and probably drove right past the turn for home three times before getting it right.
Oh, sure, you can give the calendar to a little kid who’s too young to be driving and that avoids the issue on the sixth, but that just means whoever’s responsible for the kid is going to have to answer whether the pig in the picture wanted to take karate lessons and, if so, was it just for the fun of it or was it because of bullies in the farmyard. Maybe it is. Then you’re going to have to explain why the farmer puts up with bullies, and that’s going to lead to questions about whether they’re doing it to impress the cows, and the question of why they aren’t called cowies, and you don’t really have a good answer to that. The English language is able to attach a diminutive ending to any word that’s got an ending, so why should it step briskly back from a cowie? Before long you’d be peeking ahead to the next month hoping it’s something blissfully simple like a sheep making a pun on “ewe” but then someone has to explain why that isn’t pronounced “eewiee” and that’s exactly what you were hoping to not explain.
If this had been a joke-a-day calendar I’d understand, since by the time you’d got to being haunted by the implications of the pork chop joke you’d have had four or five other gags about fish schools or owls asking who’s there and cow astronomers discovering the Milky Way to crowd them out of your mind. But this presentation just sits on you and makes you think about it and keep on thinking about it.
On the other hand, the joke isn’t going to be there more than 31 days, unless you lose so much interest in continuing to live that you never advance the calendar again, in which case the karate pig probably isn’t the real issue. So maybe it’s for people who want to be haunted by these kinds of problems but not indefinitely.