You may or may not have noticed a recent trend wherein a significant number of people (mostly of the female denomination) are suddenly using the word “Seriously” as their every-other-word word. “Seriously” can often be used as a declarative statement but is most commonly used as an interrogative statement. Seriously? Seriously. Seriously?
In case you’re otherwise unaware, this growing fad is a direct result of watching too much Grey’s (if there can ever be too much Grey’s) and not, in fact, from homestarrunner. Just watch the preview for next week’s ep. I think “Seriously” is the first word uttered.
“Uttered” makes me think of cows, naturally. And, yes, I said “denomination” back there.

So. “Seriously” is actually a great word and can at times be the only proper response to an otherwise speechless moment.
For example:

My daily Brevity comic this morning was a Romeo & Juliet cartoon with Juliet’s words something about London Bridge and going down. At first I sat dumbfounded, wondering why I couldn’t understand what was obviously a very simple and humorous sketch. And then I realized: it’s that annoying song I’ve been hearing scraps of lately. So I went to look up the Fergie lyrics (the song is fortunately called “London Bridge,” so I didn’t have to search through an album’s worth of bad lyrics) and voilà! there were the lyrics from the comic.
To find those particular lines, of course, I had to skim through what is probably the most un-eloquent and disappointing display of lyricism (and I’m using that term loosely) ever known to man. Not to mention more shits than an Ex-Lax spokesmodel with dysentery, repeated Full Metal Jacket references (does this “Fergie Ferg” even realize where the sentence came from?), and an all-around ass-spraying, ho-dancing, speech-slurring, seat-popping good time. And then the grand finale (because if I had a song, this is definitely how I’d want to end it): “Shittin’ all over the world / Fuck you bitches!”
Guess what I said?

“SERIOUSLY? SERIOUSLY. …SERIOUSLY?!?!”

Ugh. With all this shitting and “doo doo doo”-ing, I’d have to take a Freudian approach and say that Fergie Ferg is anally fixated and could probably benefit from some serious therapy.
And this shit (hey, her word, not mine) is what people are blaring on their car stereos and down at the clubs? Seriously?
Seriously.

I feel like I need to purge my musical mind. I guess it’s back to the queued-up thirty-nine different versions of “Please Come Home For Christmas” or maybe some of the lyrical wonder of 8stops7 or ol’ Far Too Jones.

…Seriously.

Peace, love, and mind purgation for the masses.