Mental blocks for christmas
Oct. 13th, 2007 03:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Just seen my folks onto their flight. They’ve been up for a couple of days, hence seasiding on Thursday and slight incommunicado-ness (hence also the interesting experience of explaining to my father, on a crowded bus, the subtleties that are involved in an arrest for ‘cottaging’. Really, don’t ask.)
Anyway, yesterday I was checking out a book on linguistics I’d bought and it mentioned an Aboriginal language that had only three verbs. Half to myself I said out loud
“Verbs. They’re ‘doing' words, aren’t they?”
My mother’s look of incredulous horror that I’d even needed to ask really had to be seen to be believed.
Hey! I can use the damn things, I just can’t tell you what they’re called.
Though this may explain why I didn’t get that ‘A’ for English. May also have had something to do with hating most of the set texts and not reading them properly.
Mill On The Floss – George Elliot ::retch::
You couldn’t pay me to re-read that one.
In fact, I don’t think holding a gun to my head could persuade me to crack the cover.
In fact, even if Don, Ryan and Captain Jack oiled up and offered to perform lap-dances for my own personal delectation it wouldn’t…
Actually – no, that would persuade me. I think that could convince me to do a lot of things, up to and including assassinating the pope, burning down London, massacring the entire population of Luxembourg (and hey, who would miss ‘em?) and even *shudder* re-reading Mill On The Floss.
But it would be a close call with the book.
Anyway, yesterday I was checking out a book on linguistics I’d bought and it mentioned an Aboriginal language that had only three verbs. Half to myself I said out loud
“Verbs. They’re ‘doing' words, aren’t they?”
My mother’s look of incredulous horror that I’d even needed to ask really had to be seen to be believed.
Hey! I can use the damn things, I just can’t tell you what they’re called.
Though this may explain why I didn’t get that ‘A’ for English. May also have had something to do with hating most of the set texts and not reading them properly.
Mill On The Floss – George Elliot ::retch::
You couldn’t pay me to re-read that one.
In fact, I don’t think holding a gun to my head could persuade me to crack the cover.
In fact, even if Don, Ryan and Captain Jack oiled up and offered to perform lap-dances for my own personal delectation it wouldn’t…
Actually – no, that would persuade me. I think that could convince me to do a lot of things, up to and including assassinating the pope, burning down London, massacring the entire population of Luxembourg (and hey, who would miss ‘em?) and even *shudder* re-reading Mill On The Floss.
But it would be a close call with the book.
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Date: 2007-10-13 05:44 pm (UTC)However I am now in a rather pleasant mental place considering a combination of Don, Ryan and Capt Jack. YUMMY.
I also rather like the list of things to do in place of reading M on the F, They all sound kinda fun.
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Date: 2007-10-13 06:07 pm (UTC)Only just catching up with LJ stuff and have just seen picspam - OMG, ROFL
Mr Perky Nipples! Dresses to the left!
I think I may have to save that as a desktop picture. Mr oddegg is used to me having pics of Alyson Hannigan and Araki photos (pervy japanese photographer) as background pictures so I dont think he'll mind.
...re the things we got up to with toys - me, my sister and the girls down the street used to have full barbie/ken weddings complete with explicit wedding night. Sometimes Sindy used to join in. We had a little ditty called 'sex reaction' sung to the tune of 'Chain Reaction'.
The oldest of us was maybe 8.
This LJ was just a matter of time really, wasnt it?
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Date: 2007-10-14 08:05 am (UTC)Well, it could have been worse, you could have had two Ken's with Barbie or Sindy watching. My best friend and I started slashing madly at around age 14 in our imaginary Tolkien-verse (but I didn't know it was called slash for about another 30 years!). Naturally, I've caught up quickly since then.
You're right, LJ has been waiting for us all since childhood. The thing I sometimes wonder is what's different between those of us who do, and those who don't? You know, the dinner party, or pub conversation, when a chance remark comes out, someone, (normally the slightly incomprehending but tolerant spouse) drops you right in it by explaining what slash means and that you write it, and then the audience divides into two. Those with the slight ooh that's interesting grins, and the ones with the what the hell are you on about blank looks of incomprehension.
Didn't they chew their toys as kids???