Thursday 24 March 2011

Word of the whatever

new title.. snappy eh?


word of the whatever is....

Heh.

Not the most... throughbred of words. But I use it a lot. Meh too.. which I suppose is almost its antonym. It's a good reaction. Doesn't give too much away, doesn't show all your cards, yet is a good deal better at communicating vocal feelings than a blank stare. A blank stare is hard to pull off through a computer screen.

Ooh.. that reminds me, years before the rick roll there was a fun email that went around stating that new technology made it possible for computer monitors to take an image of whoever was sitting at them, simply from the light levels reflected from their faces. Of course you tried it. You stared at the screen like it told you to. You waited. And waited. Until the picture of a monkey scratching its head in confusion filled the screen. Very funny. But I digress.

The 'Heh' of today was brought on by an event I was not even at. Ducko had a meet and greet with some bookish folk, and one who turned down a story of mine for their publication was there, so he went and poked at it. They actually remembered the story.

Hence my reaction. 'Heh'
Followed up in short order by 'Sure... just like all great fraud psychics KNOW the people you are related to who have passed on.'

But apparently, not the case. They actually did remember it. Still didn't want it... but remembered it. That's something anyway. *tries not to think.. well dictators and mass murderers are remebered but not wanted as well* Damn brain hates me.

Tuesday 15 March 2011

Word of the...

Yeah...

Word of the... is


Chalk


I like it. I like it less in captials. But I still like it. Chalk. It's a weird one. Like talk with a different start - obviously - It's nice to say.

Ch.. all.. kuh or even Ch.. awl.. kuh. If you are feeling extravagant. It's not really the extravagant word type.. though it has got distinct middle class paint colour tendancies these days. It's nice to imagine a rather posh teacher saying it. She's posh, but wearing red lipstick and matching nailvarnish. Of course, she makes you bang the dusters.. no euphamism intended.

Chalk's useful.. not the nasty screechy kind on old painted blackboards.

well damn. there goes life interrupting what was going to be a nice reminisce about different kinds of chalk and the effect they have on the back of your neck.
People just arent nice. Ok.. some people.

le sigh.

Wednesday 9 March 2011

Wrods

Yes.. it's spelled wrong up there. Because the word... is...


tired


I have no real business being tired.. aside from the overnight on sunday leading into a reasonably busy yesterday. Today has been lazy, aside from making all those pancakes. Yes, its 12.35 now. But that doesn't usually make much of a difference. I'm at the 'forehead heavy... eyelids achey.. contact lenses drying out' kinda stage. It won't last. Partially because there is so much to do to go to bed. I know there isn't really. I could just turn around and climb into bed. BUT... theres the teeth to clean so the scary dentist is less scary, theres the contacts to take out or they weld to my eyes by morning, theres the whole getting undressed thing because while sleeping in what you have been wearing all day isnt the worst thing in the world.. its not the best either. Theres also the kettle to boil... hot water bottle to empty and fill and the hot oat thing to put in the microwave - yes it is THAT cold here. I can't currently feel anything but numb below my ankles. Oh, and I have to pee. Is that everything? Nope. forgot filling my drink bottle. That and I have just finished a mug of coffee. And no. I couldn't have done all that in the time it took to write it all.

Ok...
Bedtime.

Tuesday 1 March 2011

Perhaps.. word of the week would be more realistic?

I'm rubbish. I know. Meh...


Word of the day/ week is taken from a random flicking through 'The worlds best Tattoo' magazine

Unmarked

In this context.. a bit of an abberation, the whole publication in honour of inked skin at its best - and.. looking at some of the pics... its worst. Perhaps.. its a nice thing to be unmarked. Not sure how possible it is though. Certainly its easy enough to avoid the buzzy fun of the stabby needle - even easier to avoid the needles on sticks tap tap tapping a design.. but I'd guess noone makes it through unmarked. So.. for those who like to wear their hearts on their half or full sleeves, and for those who keep their marks on the inside.. its all the same, just a matter of aesthetics and privacy?