Oxford American Dictionary decides 25 years late to make “GIF” the word of the year.

So this happened. The folks who produce the Oxford American Dictionary have declared their word of the year to be “GIF”, which is actually an acronym for “Graphics Interchange Format” and was introduced all the way back in 1987.

Personally, I’m confused by the choice and the reasons listed in the news article do nothing to clear said confusion up:

 ‘GIF’ named word of the year by Oxford American Dictionary | The Sideshow – Yahoo! News.

“GIF celebrated a lexical milestone in 2012, gaining traction as a verb, not just a noun,” said Katherine Martin, head of the U.S. dictionaries program at Oxford.

“The GIF has evolved from a medium for pop-cultural memes into a tool with serious applications including research and journalism, and its lexical identity is transforming to keep pace.”

It’s gained traction as a verb? What the hell? How the hell do you use it as a verb? I’ve been on this Interweb thing since right around 1987, long before the mainstream caught onto it, and I have never, ever, ever heard anyone use GIF as a verb.

Guess I better check in with the people who put out the dictionary to see if they have any examples of this usage. Turns out they have a blog on which they announced this choice:

GIFverb to create a GIF file of (an image or video sequence, especially relating to an event): he GIFed the highlights of the debate

Seriously? Not only would I laugh my ass off at anyone trying to use that as a sentence, but why the fuck would anyone “GIF” the highlights of a debate in an age of ubiquitous streaming video?

Don’t get me wrong. There are plenty of video clips that make excellent GIF animations. There’s hours of amusement to be found at sites like Señor Gif which provide you with crucial snippets like the following:

This one has revolutionized how I get around the office at work.

But if someone were to come up to me and ask if I’d seen that video they had “GIFed”, I’d have no choice but to slap some sense into them.

That said, their blog entry goes on to say:

The GIF, a compressed file format for images that can be used to create simple, looping animations, turned 25 this year, but like so many other relics of the 80s, it has never been trendier. GIF celebrated a lexical milestone in 2012, gaining traction as a verb, not just a noun. The GIF has evolved from a medium for pop-cultural memes into a tool with serious applications including research and journalism, and its lexical identity is transforming to keep pace.

That highlighted part captured my attention so I continued reading to see if they provided any examples of this supposedly new use for GIF files. Here’s one they came up with in a section called “Highlights of the year in GIFing:”

January 2012: The New York Public Library launches the stereogranimator, a tool enabling users to make GIFs of vintage stereographs in the library’s collection to create an illusion of the 3D experience of viewing through a stereoscope.

That particular service may be new, but people have been converting stereographs into animated GIFs for years. Some of the earliest postings I’ve seen date back to the late 90′s.

August 2012: The GIF vaults to prominence as a tool in covering Olympic events, marshaled into use both for serious analysis and humorous effect. Blogging for the New York Times, Jenna Wortham called GIFs “the perfect medium for the Olympics.”

Again, this isn’t particularly new. You can find plenty of animated GIFs from previous Olympics created both by ordinary people and a few news agencies.

Then there’s this:

February 7, 2012: First post on the GIFtastic tumblr whatshouldwecallme 

Um. OK? Not sure why we should give a shit that it was used as the first post on some random tumblr no one’s ever heard of. But what do I know? I can’t even manage to figure out how to use the word as a verb.

Granted, in the great scheme of things, what the folks at the Oxford American Dictionary deem to be the word of the year isn’t particularly important. It just feels like a wasted opportunity given how many other significant not-25-year-old-acronyms are out there that would’ve been a better choice. Then again, when you consider that their second choice was YOLO, hoping for something better than “GIF as a verb” is probably being overly optimistic.

A shameful confession…

It pains me to say that it took me 35 years to realize the lyric is Big Ol’ Jet Airliner and not, as I have been singing since I was 10 years old, Big Hotel Carolina.

The song makes a lot more sense to me now.

Fortunately, I’m not the only one to have misheard it this way. Apparently there’s quite a few wildly different interpretations of that lyric:

Big old Jeb at the lineup or Bacon cheddar lighthouse and Be gone, Chet Ahlinah. Don’t carry me over the bay.

Happy Halloween 2012!

Jasper got bored waiting for the kids to show up.

It took some time to get underway this year — it was an hour and 20 minutes after the scheduled start time before we saw the first couple of kids — but it was a pretty decent Halloween in the end. The weather was cold and damp, but not rainy and there were plenty of trick and treaters dropping by to collect their empty calories.

We pulled double duty this year as one of the neighbors came up to ask if we’d had out her candy as well because she had to to go work and her husband wouldn’t be home in time to do the honors. She had the same problem last year and had just set the bowl out on the honor system only to have the first couple of kids who showed up clean it out completely. We said we’d be happy to do so and she dropped by with a bowl full of suckers a short while later.

This proved to be more problematic than I first thought as several kids didn’t pick up on my invitation to take a couple of items from each bowl and thought that they could only choose from one bowl or take just one thing from each bowl. As a result, we both have left over candy again even though we bought less than last year. Good thing it’s stuff I like to eat.

Here’s hoping your Halloween was as festive and fun as ours was! I enjoyed it so much that I think I’ll do it again next year.

How I rank on the “Rules for life after 35.”

I don’t recall how I stumbled across this article on CNN.com by Columnist Leigh Newman, which is actually from Oprah.com apparently, but I did and I read it and I figured it was worth blogging about because what the hell.

Apparently Leigh has decided that those of us who have hit the big three five — or older — could use a guide to what she thinks you should and shouldn’t do. Here’s how well I conform to her list:

1. A true sign of love is giving your partner the soft pillow.

I do even better than that. I make sure there’s enough soft pillows for both of us. Though at the age of 45 I’m finding that I sleep better with a firmer pillow over a softer one.

2. Always give money to the girl with the violin or the guy with the guitar.

I don’t do this. Not because I’m opposed to it, but because A) I don’t think I’ve ever passed someone playing any instrument on a street corner in my life (even in hip Ann Arbor) and B) I don’t tend to carry cash on me. If I should ever happen upon such a situation and if I just happened to have a couple of bucks in my pocket then, yeah, I’d probably toss a note or two their way.

3. Never leave a hospital with a newborn but without a birth certificate.

Courtney is an only child and, due to the circumstances around her birth, I didn’t leave the hospital with her or her birth certificate. Officially, again due to the circumstances at the time, I don’t think my signature shows up on it. I have no idea if it’s too late for me to sign it or not. It’s one of those things I keep meaning to look into and then forget ever thinking about.

4. Everybody loves a doughnut. Everybody. Even divorce lawyers.

This seems less like a rule or suggestion as much as a statement of the obvious, though I actually know someone who doesn’t like doughnuts.

5. If you think you need concealer, you need concealer.

I’m assuming this one is aimed at women. I’ve never thought I needed concealer. Spackle maybe, but never concealer.

6. Thank-you notes. Always.

Another thing I never do. Yes I realize this makes me one of the most horrible people ever, but that doesn’t stop me from completely failing to send thank-you notes. I will make thank-you phone calls or thank-you at the time of receiving whatever it is I’m thankful for, but I’ve never mastered the art of sending thank-you notes.

7. Leggings are not pants.

I know that. Who doesn’t know that? I don’t know a fucking thing about fashion and even I know that.

8. When you see someone you know but don’t feel like talking to them, don’t look at the grass in the park or study a jar of mayonnaise on the supermarket shelf and pretend you don’t see them. They know you’re faking, and they’ll remember.

Not a problem for me. I’ve never been shy about telling someone that I don’t feel like talking to them. Usually I’ll say something subtle like “I don’t feel like talking to you right now. I’ll catch you up later.” Or, if it’s someone I don’t ever want to talk to, “I would rather tear my tongue out with an industrial blender than speak another word to you.”

9. There are only three real answers: yes, no and yes but later.

That makes answering questions like “What is your name?” somewhat awkward.

10. People notice wrapping paper, not wrapping skills.

I am a horrible gift wrapper person. My gifts to others always look like they were wrapped by blind rabid weasels without a clear understanding of the point of wrapping gifts or how tape is properly applied. These days the only gifts I wrap personally are from me to my wife because pretty much all the other gifts given (e.g. to nieces nephews/parents/siblings) are joint gifts from both of us and she actually knows how to wrap gifts to look amazing.

11. You will never change anybody’s opinion about whether or not the bathwater is too hot or too cold.

Which is part of why the wife and I shower separately. I apparently scald myself clean each morning by her standards of what constitutes too hot. Whereas her showers leave my teeth chattering.

12. Go to bed. Go to bed. I know it’s only 10:30 p.m., but go to bed!

Another thing I am terrible at though I do try to get off my computer/stop watching TV by 10:30PM. By the time I get done with before-bed preparations it’s usually 11:30PM or later.

13. No tattoos on the neck. On you or anyone else.

I don’t have any tattoos at all. Never could settle on what I wanted to make a permanent part of my body. Eventually stopped thinking about it and spent the money on computer parts.

14. Moms like scented candles. It’s not a crime to give them one every month.

This seems like another one of those universal truths that is really neither much like the “everybody loves doughnuts” one back up the list. My wife is a (step)mom and she doesn’t particularly care for scented candles. Of the two of us I’m the more likely to want a scented candle, but we don’t have many or use them often because cats.

15. If you tell somebody to go away, they will hang around.

Depends on how you tell them. I’ve never had a problem making people go away. Must be my natural charm and grace.

16. Nonstop flights are worth the extra money.

Agreed, though my time flying has been pretty much nil for well over a decade now, back when I was doing it regularly for a job the nonstop flights were always worth the extra money. Especially if it wasn’t my money.

17. If you see lilacs or water balloons in April, you absolutely must buy them. Due to their short lifespan in water (lilacs) and the fact that all stores now sell summer novelty items in spring so that they can sell Halloween stuff in summer (water balloons), you only have five smoking-hot seconds to purchase either item for other people—and cause them to fall down in a shuddering fit of joy. And yes, adults do, too, love water balloons.

I fail at this as well, though the advice is good about all novelty or seasonal items. Christmas lights, for example, need to be purchased early in the season if you want the best selection because by the second week of December all the good stuff is pretty much gone.

Never cared for lilacs and, as an adult, I don’t have much occasion for water balloons so those two items aren’t particularly relevant to me.

18. Lifting your tongue to the roof of your mouth while taking a photo helps smooth out a double chin.

I prefer to just grow a huge and unruly beard. I can see how that would be an unappealing option for most women, but it works for me.

19. Books. Books. More Books.

A pretty vague bit of advice, but I’m never against the encouragement of reading a good book as often as you can manage.

20. Men who don’t put their face in the water are men you may not date or marry. You can swim or not swim, but you can’t half-swim. That is like half-walking, half-thinking or half-falling in love. The guy has to put his face in the water, even if it’s cold and dark.

I thought this was a euphemism at first, but upon rereading I guess it’s not. I don’t swim much these days because if I spend any time laying on the beach invariably a group of hippies gets together, splashes water on me, and continually tries to roll me back out into the ocean all the while wondering aloud why such a majestic animal would decide to beach itself.

OK that’s a flat out lie. I’ve never been in the ocean.

That said, I’m not sure that whether or not someone “half-swims” is an indicator of a good mate. I can think of better examples of commitment than whether or not a dude is willing to put his face in the water. Or is it a bravery issue? Not that I can see what’s so brave about it either. Then again, I have no problem submerging in water other than my natural buoyancy.

21. The five-second food-on-the-floor rule is really the 30-second food-on-the-floor rule. Except in houses with dogs.

Bzzzzt. Wrong. The five second rule is really the zero second rule unless it can be washed off and cooked. Even a second on a floor, no matter how clean it is, is enough to contaminate it pretty badly. Granted, some amount of dirt in your life is a healthy thing, but I walk on my floors and I know where my shoes have been. And what about cats? You’re OK with car fur all over your food?

22. There is a color you love that does NOT look good on you. Stop wearing it! (This rule is also known as: Don’t wear green, Leigh.)

This one I haven’t a clue on. If there’s a color that doesn’t look good on me I’ve yet to be informed about it from anyone who gives a shit. Even if I had been I’d probably ignore the advice if the article of clothing is particularly comfortable. Comfort always takes precedence over fashion for me.

23. Parents love the friend who offers to hold their baby so they can drink a beer.

Parents love the friend who babysits so they can go out for dinner and a movie even more. As I recall, most of the beer drinkers in my extended family have never had much of a problem holding a baby and drinking a beer at the same time. At least not for the first half-dozen or so beers.

24. Whispering makes children do just about anything. Which is important to remember when you’re about to yell.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha. You must not have any kids. Whispering works on occasion, but usually only if it’s not your kid.

25. There is only one clothing size. Yours. Baggy stuff makes you feel thin but look fat. Tight stuff is just plain painful.

I am fat. Fuck you. I wear baggy not to feel thin, but because it’s comfortable.

26. You do not like fried clams or salt water taffy. You like the romance of the boardwalk. You don’t have to eat food that will make you feel ill on the roller coaster just to revel in the seaside atmosphere.

That seems awfully presumptuous on your part. You don’t even know me. It’s true that I don’t like clams, fried or otherwise, but I do enjoy saltwater taffy every so often. I’ve never been on a boardwalk and have never eaten any food just for the atmosphere.

You sure this list is meant for other people?

27. Take the stairs. Except if you’re on your way to a date or an interview.

I generally take the stairs whenever I can, but I don’t encounter them often enough outside my apartment for it make much of a difference.

28. You will never run out of ideas—or love. So put them out there in the world. You’ll have plenty more tomorrow.

I’ve been blogging for ten years. I think I’ve got this one covered.