So, for those of yo who didn't know, for the past month of so, my status message on MSN Messenger ("Windows Live" for you weird types) has simply been, "Troz!" And, while I'm sure a lot of you have been wondering, "Why?" One person finally had the guts to ask, and here's how it went.
Anonymous Person:
So, tell me, Tyler dear. What is the meaning of this...'Troz'?
I said:
It's "Zort" backwards.
Then I said:
Duh!
Anonymous Person:
...Yes. Though by meaning, I did in fact *mean* 'incredibly long backstory full and ANSGT and plot'.
So then I'm all:
Oh.
So I'm like:
Well, it all started back in the old country
And I started telling my story:
My grandfather, a prominent pigfarmer of his time, was trying woo a sweet damsel named Helga (Note: When I say "old country" I mean yes, so old that helga is still an attractive name)
Then I went on to say:
His rival, however, the dastardly poet know as Florrisimo, wished to wisk away Helga on his shiny, ox-pulled wagon, and sacrifice her to the satanic pagan gods he worshipped.
Then I said:
My grandfather, as you can imagine, was terribly angry to learn of his arch-rival's dastardly (the old country was also so incredibly old that "dastardly" was still really the only adjective to describe bad things) plot
By this point I was having fun, so I went:
He discovered it by way of Old Joe, his barkeep, who was very up to date on all goings-on, dastardly plots, and contemporary male fashions.
Then I was all:
"Now, Grandfather." He said (everyone called him grandfather, no one really knew his real name), "Grandfather," he said, "In the very simple, wise words of my great, great, great-grand-uncle: You snooze, you lose."
So I finished it off with:
Filled with holy rage, my grandfather stormed to Florrisimo's house only to find that he had been drinking wine and had dozed off. Suddenly deprived of the foracious duel that my grandfather had originally planned out in his head, he threw an effing pig at him.
Me:
And there you have it.
Anonymous Person:
But why Troz?
Me:
I dunno. My grandfather never got around to that story.
Me:
That part, leastways.
Anonymous Person:
Ah, I see.