Island of the Lone Sane Thought

Fact about me you need to know for this entry: I can't remember nouns. Seriously. (Ask julian_black if you don't believe me.) I can't remember the proper names of things at least one out of every four times. When it's a verb, it's not so bad, because I can usually redirect through a slightly different verb for a similar effect. (Think "jumping" instead of "leaping," for example.) But for nouns, sometimes there is only one proper name that will do.

I do try to think my sentences through a little more carefully when I'm around new people or at work. But around really good friends and (especially) the husband, I will often stick a placeholder into the sentence where the unremembered word is because I need to get the entire phrase out before I forget it.

At this point, Husband knows what I mean at least four times out of five. There are several nonsense words that end up rolling off my tongue and acting as placeholders. One of them is "Shna Shna Higby," which is entirely burned into my brain because there was once a magazine in the front of my car for seven months with Sha Sha Higby on the cover (she's a performance artist).

Now that you have the [far too detailed] background on yet another of my eccentricities, I can reveal this exchange between Husband and myself just moments ago:

Valis: Can you take this detritus to the Shna Shna Higby for me? [Detritus = an empty root beer bottle and a glass, but I couldn't remember the word for bottle; Shna Shna Higby = kitchen]
Husband: For you, my dear, I would venture into the depths of Shna Shna Higby itself.

Have just watched about a minute of a show on EWTN (a religious network). A guy with slick-backed hair and a ponytail, wearing a black suit with a red tie, was pontificating.

The camera panned to show a boy of about eleven, who also had his hair slicked back into a ponytail and was wearing a black suit with a red tie. He pontificated.

Then a title card popped up, explaining that the views of Satan and his Helper were not necessarily the views of EWTN.

I get the satellite feed of Go Fug Yourself, and today's just made me laugh too hard not to share:

Fashion disaster Arden Wahl

Yeah, I know, everyone's done this, but I couldn't resist. Mine has more italicized words, anyway.

One point for each line that applies to you.

• You've made a costume.


• ...and a Quidditch uniform.


• You have multiple HP costumes to chose from, for any activity, including surfing.


• You've made a movie!Filch costume.


• ...and a book!Filch costume.


• ...and you get regularly irritated when people can't tell the difference between the two.


• You regularly dress as Sanguini, and carry a supply of Blood Pops in your pockets at all times.


• You know what a Dark Revel is.


• You've been to a Dark Revel.


• You've thrown a Dark Revel.

( For the rest of the quiz, click here )

I don't like bringing in anything personal to my cubicle at work; it's pretty much undecorated. However, my sister has a LotR rip-a-day calendar, and she leaves all of the cute guy days on my desk. I tack them to the teeny work board next to my computer, along with my schedule and the phone list.

Today I realized that I have waaaay too many Aragorns, Boromirs, Legolai, Faramirs, and Haldirs, and I set about the brutal task of reducing them to a more manageable number. I kept all of the Faramirs (of course!), decimated the Legolai, kept both Haldirs, and took down all of the Aragorns. I rearranged them until I had a pleasing display.

After I was done, I put the last push pin in place, sat back...

...and felt like I needed to click a save button.

Yes. You read that right. I thought I needed to "save" my RL cork board arrangement.

That really made me crack up.

I've always been pretty lucky, and not received a lot of spam, except through a Comcast account.

But now my luck has ended. I've been getting about 10-20 pieces a day in the last couple months. Thankfully I can use spam for amusement instead of evil.

Let's take a voyage down Spammy River, shall we?

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Morris Hayden has contacted me about firewall swine, the scourge of the internets.

( More in the latest Spam Odyssey )

Haven't done a spam entry in a while...

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I've received an email from Avis Boyle, self-proclaimed Engine Boy, who exhorts me to reverse the effects of aging. I'm not sure why a man who freely admits his attachment to combustion devices would be that concerned with keeping me young.

( Read more... )

If you haven't read both of the previous parts, here they are: Part One, and Part Two. They're quick reads, I promise.

florence_craye, I apologize in advance.

( The Cuttlefish Strike Back )