lowering reflection

It's a sad, sad fact that I find myself uttering the pregnant phrase "I am so going to blog this!" a lot more frequently than I actually remember the interchange in question in the cold, hard light of day. I blame (a) my characteristic cheese-brain, and (b) the Demon Alcohol. Tonight's usual excesses of superlative Thai food, good wine and more or less hilarious bullshit, courtesy of the usual jo&stv, were accompanied by many gems of linguistic and cultural wit, none of which I can remember. Sorry.

Bunny Threat level is at least holding, on account of how I spent yesterday, in between teaching, marking, curriculum advice and staggering around drunkenly because I was too tired to walk straight, updating the Carter chapter according to the Nicest Ex-Supervisor's editorial comments. I am pained to note that I am capable of using some version of the word "particular" four times in the space of a single paragraph, and that the perennial favourites "evoke" and "resonate" turn up, on average, once per page each. Other than that, it actually makes sense. All is not lost.

Bunny Threat Level: Holding in the amber. As of tomorrow, pop culture is toast.