Ray's Thought for the Day - Chuck (Chubby) Wubby, or Who Said What, First
Do an internet search on Chubby Wubby. You will find Chubby Wubby. But not, I don’t think, Chuck Chubby Wubby. However, I am not sure that there is not another Chuck Chubby Wubby out there somewhere, in addition to my Chuck Chubby Wubby.
Which means, if I quote my Chuck Chubby Wubby, who is, by the way, an imaginary friend, I could be plagiarizing somebody else who also has an imaginary friend named Chuck Chubby Wubby. That Chuck Chubby Wubby might have said the very same thing I heard my Chuck Chubby Wubby say.
Oddly enough, my Chuck Chubby Wubby is in no way chubby. He is stick thin and black. That is what some call irony, especially the Chuck part. But, that being stated, it gives me a way out in case I get into a plagiarism dispute. There may be other Chuck Chubby Wubbys on our little globe, but I bet none of them are thin and black like my Chuck Chubby Wubby.
Does anyone know who first uttered, “Chubby Wubby”? Does anyone know who first cried out, “Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me a dollar.”? I bet it was not Mark Antony in either case. But who was it?
Yet plagiarism is bad. Plagiarism is very bad. Plagiarism is a sin distal to lying. But is plagiarism any worse than the Boy Scouts? Let me bring in my bosom companion, Crumby, to answer that question. Crumby, finish up my thought for the day.
Thanks Ray. Long have I fretted over my wicked past which included a stint as a Boy Scout. Not only was I a Boy Scout, before that, I was a Cub Scout. I even had uniforms representative of both those organizations minus the pants. I can not remember why I never got pants.
But to answer your question Ray, bosom companion, plagiarism is worse on the one hand because plagiarism may be construed as part and parcel of a criminal offense. Also, a plagiarist may get kicked out of college. But on the other hand, Boy Scouts is worse because Boy Scouts are not scouts. Not once during my stint as a Boy Scout did I ever get to scout anything. Not once! No. Somebody else did all the scouting and I had to go along after the fact with the rest of the troop. None of the rest of the troop got to do any scouting either. We were all just trooping along following some path that had already been scouted, possibly by the scout master.
On and on I journeyed, eating the dust of the real scout up ahead, out of sight, not knowing whither I was being led. Nobody else in my troop, or before that, my pack, knew where they were headed either. On and on I journeyed.
Then one day I achieved the rank of First Class Boy Scout. If memory serves, I had to tie a square knot with witnesses present before I got that particular rank. Then there was something about semaphore. Nobody in my troop actually knew how to perform semaphore, much less read it. So we agreed that semaphore was a personal interpretive skill, an art, like interpretive dance or finger painting. Yep. Energetic flag waving is really easy to publicly witness when the waver and the receiver do not know any semaphore and neither do any of the public witnesses.
What’s Dennis waving?
S-U-C-K —M-Y
Whoa! I have always regretted not actually learning semaphore. Many a time, out on the lone prairie, I have longed for the long distance companionship only the semaphore could provide. I waved and waved, yet no one understood me.
But getting back to your actual question Ray, which is worse, plagiarism or Boy Scouts. Based on my experience, they tie. For example, in sixth grade I plagiarized a World Book Encyclopedia article. If I remember correctly, the article was about either the Pilgrims or corn. The document I produced for sixth grade closely reflected that World Book Encyclopedia article on the Pilgrims or corn. I have felt guilty about that ever since. But I have felt equally guilty about semaphore. So they tie.
Hold it! No they don’t tie. The Boy Scouts are worse, because Boy Scouts are not scouts.
Hold it! Yes, they do tie. In the Boys Scouts you get to learn how to tie knots on the plumbing fixtures and water pipes in the church basement. So that is a mitigating circumstance for the Boy Scouts that gets them back into a tie with plagiarism.
Which means, if I quote my Chuck Chubby Wubby, who is, by the way, an imaginary friend, I could be plagiarizing somebody else who also has an imaginary friend named Chuck Chubby Wubby. That Chuck Chubby Wubby might have said the very same thing I heard my Chuck Chubby Wubby say.
Oddly enough, my Chuck Chubby Wubby is in no way chubby. He is stick thin and black. That is what some call irony, especially the Chuck part. But, that being stated, it gives me a way out in case I get into a plagiarism dispute. There may be other Chuck Chubby Wubbys on our little globe, but I bet none of them are thin and black like my Chuck Chubby Wubby.
Does anyone know who first uttered, “Chubby Wubby”? Does anyone know who first cried out, “Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me a dollar.”? I bet it was not Mark Antony in either case. But who was it?
Yet plagiarism is bad. Plagiarism is very bad. Plagiarism is a sin distal to lying. But is plagiarism any worse than the Boy Scouts? Let me bring in my bosom companion, Crumby, to answer that question. Crumby, finish up my thought for the day.
Thanks Ray. Long have I fretted over my wicked past which included a stint as a Boy Scout. Not only was I a Boy Scout, before that, I was a Cub Scout. I even had uniforms representative of both those organizations minus the pants. I can not remember why I never got pants.
But to answer your question Ray, bosom companion, plagiarism is worse on the one hand because plagiarism may be construed as part and parcel of a criminal offense. Also, a plagiarist may get kicked out of college. But on the other hand, Boy Scouts is worse because Boy Scouts are not scouts. Not once during my stint as a Boy Scout did I ever get to scout anything. Not once! No. Somebody else did all the scouting and I had to go along after the fact with the rest of the troop. None of the rest of the troop got to do any scouting either. We were all just trooping along following some path that had already been scouted, possibly by the scout master.
On and on I journeyed, eating the dust of the real scout up ahead, out of sight, not knowing whither I was being led. Nobody else in my troop, or before that, my pack, knew where they were headed either. On and on I journeyed.
Then one day I achieved the rank of First Class Boy Scout. If memory serves, I had to tie a square knot with witnesses present before I got that particular rank. Then there was something about semaphore. Nobody in my troop actually knew how to perform semaphore, much less read it. So we agreed that semaphore was a personal interpretive skill, an art, like interpretive dance or finger painting. Yep. Energetic flag waving is really easy to publicly witness when the waver and the receiver do not know any semaphore and neither do any of the public witnesses.
What’s Dennis waving?
S-U-C-K —M-Y
Whoa! I have always regretted not actually learning semaphore. Many a time, out on the lone prairie, I have longed for the long distance companionship only the semaphore could provide. I waved and waved, yet no one understood me.
But getting back to your actual question Ray, which is worse, plagiarism or Boy Scouts. Based on my experience, they tie. For example, in sixth grade I plagiarized a World Book Encyclopedia article. If I remember correctly, the article was about either the Pilgrims or corn. The document I produced for sixth grade closely reflected that World Book Encyclopedia article on the Pilgrims or corn. I have felt guilty about that ever since. But I have felt equally guilty about semaphore. So they tie.
Hold it! No they don’t tie. The Boy Scouts are worse, because Boy Scouts are not scouts.
Hold it! Yes, they do tie. In the Boys Scouts you get to learn how to tie knots on the plumbing fixtures and water pipes in the church basement. So that is a mitigating circumstance for the Boy Scouts that gets them back into a tie with plagiarism.
posted by ray pistrum at Friday, February 22, 2008
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