the humors of the king of balleyhooley
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timerippleI have done practically nothing this weekend. I have not completed a handout on 'Genes as Causes', nor have I done a hundred synopses of Greek verbs, nor have I glanced at my Greek vocab list. Oh well. I'm working on the handout thing, at any rate.
Perhaps "I have done practically nothing" is inaccurate - I have, after all, finished The Seven Towers and The Raven Ring, read the first three chapters of Snow White and Rose Red, cursed at my printer multiple times, mended a skirt, attempted to teach Melanie and Allie one of the jigs, figured out how to do the set in which said jig belongs, found a website with lots of lovely sheet music for fiddle tunes, investigated getting some new posters with which to plaster my side of the room, discovered that the vending machine downstairs now has Junior mints, and done my laundry.
Friday night saw me in the company of Kaelin, Kate, Samantha, and Sarah at Conbust in Northampton. What sighings and fantasy-ness ensued! Clearly my formative Cooper-LeGuin-Lewis-McKillip-Tolkien fantasy phase was too narrowly focused. Perhaps I will be allowed to read bedtime stories to my young nieces this summer. *plans, plots, and schemes* Fairy stories are all very well on their own, but they ought to come in large, heavy volumes with color illustrations. And in the proper places, too; none of this "See plate 16" nonsense. Some day Gracie and Maggie will be old enough to read YA fantasy, and then I can buy them paperbacks with beautifully illustrated covers and read them a few times first just to make sure they're good enough for my precious nieces. I could buy them now, I suppose, and then let them sit on my shelf for ten years, but then I'd never be able to give them up. *sigh*
As there have been no clamoring masses demanding to read about my adventures on LJ, I will force those few interested parties to suffer through my handwriting instead. *thinks about this* Being evil is rather fun, after all.
*eyes latest Patricia C. Wrede-borrowing from Kate* Must. Do. Greek. Well, maybe one more chapter won't hurt...
Perhaps "I have done practically nothing" is inaccurate - I have, after all, finished The Seven Towers and The Raven Ring, read the first three chapters of Snow White and Rose Red, cursed at my printer multiple times, mended a skirt, attempted to teach Melanie and Allie one of the jigs, figured out how to do the set in which said jig belongs, found a website with lots of lovely sheet music for fiddle tunes, investigated getting some new posters with which to plaster my side of the room, discovered that the vending machine downstairs now has Junior mints, and done my laundry.
Friday night saw me in the company of Kaelin, Kate, Samantha, and Sarah at Conbust in Northampton. What sighings and fantasy-ness ensued! Clearly my formative Cooper-LeGuin-Lewis-McKillip-Tolkien fantasy phase was too narrowly focused. Perhaps I will be allowed to read bedtime stories to my young nieces this summer. *plans, plots, and schemes* Fairy stories are all very well on their own, but they ought to come in large, heavy volumes with color illustrations. And in the proper places, too; none of this "See plate 16" nonsense. Some day Gracie and Maggie will be old enough to read YA fantasy, and then I can buy them paperbacks with beautifully illustrated covers and read them a few times first just to make sure they're good enough for my precious nieces. I could buy them now, I suppose, and then let them sit on my shelf for ten years, but then I'd never be able to give them up. *sigh*
As there have been no clamoring masses demanding to read about my adventures on LJ, I will force those few interested parties to suffer through my handwriting instead. *thinks about this* Being evil is rather fun, after all.
*eyes latest Patricia C. Wrede-borrowing from Kate* Must. Do. Greek. Well, maybe one more chapter won't hurt...
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I laugh at thee
Date: 2004-04-04 05:48 pm (UTC)I am clamoring! I am clamoring! But I suppose that maybe I do not count as "masses."
And dude. I was going through some of my uncle's old stuff and I found a whole bunch of pins. And one said "reality is a crutch..." You know, the same thing as that pin I bought from Pandemonium. And there were TWO that said "May the Force be with you." Much happiness. 'Cause you know, this kind of vaguely connects to the sci-fi con thing. ;) Since you got that rockin' pin and all. STILL NOT KING.
Whee!!!
'Tis my brother's birthday, by the way. FOURteen (that'd be 14) on 04/04/04. Teh cool.
Re: I laugh at thee
Date: 2004-04-04 08:35 pm (UTC)Re: I laugh at thee
Date: 2004-04-05 07:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-04 07:15 pm (UTC)Conbust was so much fun. Even if we were only there for a little bit. Yay for fun pins and stickers.
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Date: 2004-04-04 08:32 pm (UTC)Hm. So I might or might not have inflicted upon quite all of you numerous tales of Benedictine liturgical cursing, courtesy my history class, but another tidbit gleaned from said pursuit: one of the original senses of clamor (at least, as modified from Roman usage into the usage of 10th century France) adds to our normal english sense of "a loud appeal" the more specific "a (loud/attention-grabbing) appeal for justice." In the specific sense of seeking to right a wrong, the form of a clamor (to God) was the origin of some very specific (and formulaic) cursing.
So if a clamor is seeking to reclaim a right or privilege that has been denied, does that imply that the form of the
(I'm so glad you're reading Wrede; she writes some of my favorite bits of brain-candy. Guaranteed to induce cavities if not interspersed with some brushing and flossing, but oh so sweet.)
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Date: 2004-04-04 08:41 pm (UTC)Why, I bestow upon y'all tales and y'all provide me with unceasing worship and praise, of course. I should have thought that was obvious. ;)
Alas, my brain-candy appetite is whetted, not sated, by eating. It's a hopeless cycle of doom, I tell you! DOOM!!!!! Haha.