March Fo(u)rth for GMs Day. A day set aside for role gamers to honor the hard working (and vastly underappreciated) ladies and gents who work their butts off to provide a few hours entertainment for a gaggle of clods who wouldn’t know a clever plotline from a CSI script.

On March Fo(u)rth for GM’s Day the players are encouraged to show their appreciation by giving their GM a gift or similar token of affection. Offering to pay for munchies suffices in most circles. Though some groups have gone so far as to actually buy something of value (Agate dice are actually among the cheapest of such gifts).

So if you happen to know a gamer, next year you may want to help him honor his GM. :)

“You must eat your spinach, but you may first have a bonbon.”

Meryl may regret having opened this whole box of Pandoras. As for translating from the French, you’re way ahead of me. I can neither think in French nor translate to it.

In the course of a debate at the House of Commons one day, an MP attacked his opponent with “The Honorable Gentleman doesn’t have the manners of a pig.” The Speaker of the House stepped in to enforce the rules of behaviour, and demanded a retraction. Whereupon the MP rose again and said “Mr. Speaker, I offer my apologies. The Honorable Gentleman does have the manners of a pig.”

July First.

I just Googled something that I dimly remembered from a New York Times Magazine article about philosopher Saul Kripke from maybe a quarter-century ago.

The story is that some philologist is giving a lecture and making the point that while a double-negative sometimes connotes the negative and sometimes connotes the positive, a double-positive never connotes the negative. At which point Sidney Morgenbesser loudly cracks from the audience: “Yeah, yeah!” Boom! Instant deflation.

The web always fact checks your ass. In lawyer’s terms, Meryl assumed the risk when she made her post.

Meryl, your retort reminded me of the final showdown between Adam Goldberg and Andy Dick in The Hebrew Hammer. When you’re cornered, pile on the guilt. Master of Juvenile Scorn doesn’t begin to do you justice!

Extending the proverb yields “Eat First, March Second.” It’s better than “March First” because it incorporates your FAVORITE day of the month. Unfortunately, it shows (by recursion) that EVERY day in March can be a clause.

Your original post also reminds me of an old riddle: What is the dentist’s favorite time of day?

Anyway, Meryl, it’s Adar, so be happy.

Do you know, I’ve had this March 4th thing since college? I wrote at least part of my weekly column on it, and none of the English teachers who read my column weekly chimed in on March first. (I know they read my column, because they all knew who I was on the first day of class, and often had something to say about my not writing about them, please.)

More than twenty years, Paul. I’ve been holding onto the March 4th sentence thing for over twenty years.

And you take it away in one fell “nyah.”

I hope you feel good about that, buster.

And for the record, March Forth kicks March First’s butt. Please. March forth is commanding. March first is an entreaty.