Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
O, for effusive Meyer!
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10:19:46 AM,Friday 9 April 2004
Cataclysmic glee.
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12:35:25 AM,Friday 9 April 2004
Oooh! Ooh! Naughty Edwardian and Victorian ebooks! I grew up on these things! That probably explains a lot, huh?
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10:16:13 PM,Thursday 8 April 2004
When I speak, my voice is enough like a boy's to fool some people.
When I sing, I give myself away.
When I'm serious, my face is enough like a boy's to fool some people.
When I smile, I give myself away.
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11:41:12 AM,Thursday 8 April 2004
Five of the six clients that were awake when I left work this morning were laughing at one point or another. I mean, for two of 'em, that's pretty normal; they're giggly sorts. One of 'em was cussing and hollering in between laughing and blubbering, but, again, that's pretty much his style. The one who didn't laugh was at least smiling, which was nice, 'cause sometimes she can be a bit of a terror. But the other two -- it was a treat. I have no idea what set 'em off. They were just their ordinary placid selves, looking serious 'n' imperious over their breakfasts, and then all of a sudden (not at the same time, but within five minutes of each other) they were grinning and heeing and snortling like gangbusters. Maybe it was the nonstop mirth of the client I was feeding (who, like I said, laughs plenty most of the time, but this morning was cracking up every two seconds. Made her hard to feed, but it was worth it.), or maybe they just thought of something funny all of a sudden. I mean, we'll never know. But it was great.
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10:54:10 AM,Thursday 8 April 2004
Please be good.
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10:28:29 AM,Thursday 8 April 2004
"There was someone else in the place, eating a hot dog under the
yellow lights. It was a kid, a girl, a little taller than me, with
a pointy rat nose and pimples. She had short blonde hair, tinged
with green and sticking out in all directions. She was wearing a
baggy red skirt that came to below her knees and black, pointy shoes.
She had skinny legs. She was also wearing a jacket about five sizes
too big for her. [...] She shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her too-large jacket and hunched her shoulders. She had a habit of bending her
ankles so the soles of her shoes faced each other and standing on
the sides of her feet. She was sort of cute, in a horrible way."
Daniel Pinkwater, The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Bentley Saunders Harrison Matthews ("The kids call me Rat. You can call me Rat.") Yeah, fictional again. I can't help it.
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11:50:50 AM,Wednesday 7 April 2004
Frustrating: trying to will yourself to feel an emotion you felt five minutes ago, when nothing, apparently, has changed, but which you are inexplicably no longer feeling.
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10:46:40 AM,Wednesday 7 April 2004
When I typed "ac" into my address bar, trying to get to Achewood, and then hit enter by mistake, I got whooshed away to the British Museum!
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09:31:56 AM,Wednesday 7 April 2004
So... is "The Prussian Officer" just a total shameless ripoff of "Billy Budd", or am I smoking something?
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09:12:25 AM,Wednesday 7 April 2004
Stir not the pebbles.
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11:34:41 PM,Tuesday 6 April 2004
I think I've just inducted my dad into the Esoteric Order of Countertenor Fandom. Muahahaha. I mean, admittedly, he was already sweet on Deller from way back, so it wasn't all that terribly hard. But still. Score one for meee!
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07:43:01 AM,Tuesday 6 April 2004
I've read a couple books recently that have had a third-person omniscient narration in the present tense, as opposed to the more usual past tense style. I don't read enough current novels to be able to judge if it's a trend or not, but, anyway, I think it's a good idea. It works especially well when things are told from a single character's close perspective -- it's jarring when you have to switch from hearing their thoughts in the present tense to seeing their actions in the past tense. This neatly avoids it, and I don't see that it gives anything up. I mean, sometimes it feels a little odd, but only 'cause I'm not quite used to it yet. I suppose it's only fairly recently that a character's thoughts have been integrated with the narration closely enough not to need quotes, but the hybrid version has never sat right with me. Interesting to see whether this'll take over altogether, though.
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07:11:40 AM,Tuesday 6 April 2004
{rocks back and forth, humming tunelessly}
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11:13:52 PM,Monday 5 April 2004
Whenever my parents compliment a little kid, they always say the kid is "bright". Not cute or well-behaved or happy, but "bright". Meaning "smart". Well, and also lively and curious, I guess, but mainly they're talking about brains. Precocious little kids with big vocabularies. That's what seems to matter to them. That's what impresses them. It's more sensitive to make judgments of that nature about older kids or grownups, so they don't, as much. But all the little kids -- two to five, mainly, I guess -- that have struck them favorably since as long as I can remember have gotten that label: "bright". I don't really know how I feel about it.
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10:03:38 PM,Monday 5 April 2004
Everyone's always going on about it, and I don't imagine it'll ever be resolved without some shiny unlooked-for neologism, but I just figured I'd state my own preference for the record. "Partner" is loathsome. It's dry and bland and creepy. Things like "Lover", "Paramour", "Inamorata", and that ilk are cute and all, but hard to say with a straight face. "Girlfriend" and "Boyfriend" are fine, but lack, I dunno... gravitas, or something. "Husband" and "Wife" are best left to the hets, in my opinion. "Significant Other" is amusing in a contrived kinda way, but, again, it's about as clunky as it gets. If the situation ever were to arise (And... heh. Who knows? Gotta be prepared for all contingencies, right?), you know what I'd pick? "Consort". I just like it. It's short, sweet, and flexible. Royalty have consorts. So do unsavory characters. Recorders come in consorts. It's got just a touch of eros, but mainly it means who you parade around in public on the arm of. And, when it comes down to it, ain't that what you need it for?
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09:59:54 PM,Monday 5 April 2004
Like crazy.
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11:12:33 AM,Monday 5 April 2004
Dude. So I just walked up to the M, and, for the first time in my entire life, I could actually do it no problem. My legs didn't hurt at all, the whole way -- usually they're screaming by the third switchback. I didn't feel like I was gonna puke or pass out once. I didn't even sit down; when I got winded, I just stood on the trail for a couple seconds looking at the city. Last time I did it, a month or so ago, I was freaking miserable. This time it was kinda... invigorating. Lordy. Maybe there's something to this whole Exercise shiz after all.
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07:05:05 AM,Monday 5 April 2004
C Free Now -- Ask Me How!
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02:55:47 AM,Monday 5 April 2004
Weep.
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12:19:21 AM,Monday 5 April 2004