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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
phone tag
Friday, May 30, 2008
One of the (very few) Mommy blogs I read, Emmie says it all.
Incidentally, you know that legend about a mother being able to distinguish her infant's singular cry amongst a thousand others? Utter bollocks. Although I have been known to confuse Maggie with a car alarm.
i am one
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I was given to understand there would be cake.
(Happy birthday, angel.)
maiden mother crone
Saturday, May 17, 2008
God bless teh internets moment of the week: Last.fm is the best thing ever. Fun with tags and playlists and Similar Artists and the weird and wonderful stuff that pops up on the jazz violin and klezmer stations. And excellent to have on while whittling away at the huge amount of bibliographic research that occupies what I laughingly refer to as my spare time.
This week's minor irritation: went for an xray the other day and it turns out I have the beginnings of osteoarthritis in my hips. Wtf – I'm only *ahem* 41. Still, this would explain the crone-like hobbling if I try to walk further than the local shops. Or at the end of a day's hefting small people about. As long stompy contemplative walks are my de-stress activity of choice, am going to have to think of a plan.
More cheerily, if unbelievably, Maggie will be one on Thursday. Party's next Sunday; catering to her current obsessions, am planning on making her a cake in the shape of a choking hazard. Or possibly a rubbish bin. Or maybe even a toilet.
quote unquote
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
It's got to sound spontaneous, and it takes 22 drafts to sound spontaneous
– Lynley Dodd, creator of Hairy McLary, interviewed on National Radio yesterday. Also:
LD: They're not allowed to speak.
Interviewer: Why not?
LD (whispering): Because they're dogs.
dumbass declaration du jour
Thursday, May 01, 2008
In the music industry, this kind of thing would be called 'file sharing', and technically illegal," the author Jeanette Winterson wrote of book-swapping sites recently. – Source
This may be a strain of Schadenfreude: I find it oddly comforting when someone I've had my doubts about proves that they are indeed a silly, spoilt bastard.
