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*logorrhoea n pathologically excessive and often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness, prolixity [Gr logos word + roia flow, stream]

blogorrhoea n online manifestation of the above

2010 update: In honour of the New Year, I've decided to have a crack at a 3BT blog. For an explanation of 3BT, visit Clare's original Three Beautiful Things site


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a domain of one's own

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Welcome to Blogorrhoea! Thanks and love to Jack for hours of patient toil, from snagging the domain name in the first place to translating 'I want it to be sort of purplish and blurry around the edges with photos along the top' into actual web design. As ever, far above and way beyond...

Incidentally, if you're at all interested, h-blog archives are still available linked off the sidebar. Just a little to your left. No no, up a bit. That's it!

This morning experienced what I can only describe as a Stephen King moment with my sewing machine - had it serviced a couple of weeks back and spent a couple of hours fiddling about with it. Just when I was about to put it away, the sewing arm thingy began pumping frenetically up and down as acrid smoke poured out of the side of the machine - all this while I was on the other side of the room. Somewhat nonplussed, I phoned the sewing machine man, who chuckled knowledgeably and explained that it wasn't possessed, it's just something to do with a capacitor that needs replacing. He's promised to come over next week and perform the electronic equivalent of waving a dead chicken at it: in the meantime I will regard the episode as vindication of my aversion to all things arty-crafty, and from now on vow only to buy mass-produced cheapo clothing made in sweatshops. Far safer that way.

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