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the sniper in the brain
Wednesday, 6 February 2008 08:06 amAaargh! Reg! Stressed like a stressed stressy thing on a stressball. While I intend to noodle-feast with the jo&stv&etc this evening, I will probably sit in a corner and quiver gently. Kind passers-by may wish to pat me reassuringly at intervals and speak in low, soothing voices. Today's post is essentially random, my brain is fried, and I'm 15 mins late for an afternoon of curriculum advice.
Department of Random Validation: awwww! Student just brought me chocolate and a thank-you card because I calmed her down and sorted out her life yesterday. I feel warm and fuzzy. But stressed.
Department of Random Linkery: Girl Genius is currently being entertainingly rude about opera, particularly Wagner. I'd pay good money to see the "infamously bawdy Jaegerchorus" and the famed rescue dance for "seventeen soup waiters, three ladder teams, and the original rollerskating giraffe."
Department of Random Adorableness: David Tennant is apparently a fennec fox. I've always thought they were cute.
Department of the Billboard Poet of the Daily Voice: VARK ROBS BLIND MAN! My tired back-brain insists on reading this as "aardvark", which is an entertaining mental image in a slightly sadistic way. Google informs me that "vark" is also a learning style framework and "a foil of pure elemental silver that is used for garnishing Indian sweets" (Wikipedia). However, amateur linguistic analysis suggests that "vark" is, in fact, the Afrikaans for "pig". Tabloids. They do teach you stuff.
Last Night I Dreamed: a rather strange little vignette in which I was a Highly Significant Young Girl being tested and tried by a series of three fabulous monsters, who did unspecified Awful Things to me (mostly shouting) to force me to recant somethingorother, which I wouldn't. I emerged triumphant and bloody-minded to find myself in a car being babysat by another monster, sort of a largish green oval with spindly arms and legs. I diagnose way too much Labyrinth.
Department of Random Validation: awwww! Student just brought me chocolate and a thank-you card because I calmed her down and sorted out her life yesterday. I feel warm and fuzzy. But stressed.
Department of Random Linkery: Girl Genius is currently being entertainingly rude about opera, particularly Wagner. I'd pay good money to see the "infamously bawdy Jaegerchorus" and the famed rescue dance for "seventeen soup waiters, three ladder teams, and the original rollerskating giraffe."
Department of Random Adorableness: David Tennant is apparently a fennec fox. I've always thought they were cute.
Department of the Billboard Poet of the Daily Voice: VARK ROBS BLIND MAN! My tired back-brain insists on reading this as "aardvark", which is an entertaining mental image in a slightly sadistic way. Google informs me that "vark" is also a learning style framework and "a foil of pure elemental silver that is used for garnishing Indian sweets" (Wikipedia). However, amateur linguistic analysis suggests that "vark" is, in fact, the Afrikaans for "pig". Tabloids. They do teach you stuff.
Last Night I Dreamed: a rather strange little vignette in which I was a Highly Significant Young Girl being tested and tried by a series of three fabulous monsters, who did unspecified Awful Things to me (mostly shouting) to force me to recant somethingorother, which I wouldn't. I emerged triumphant and bloody-minded to find myself in a car being babysat by another monster, sort of a largish green oval with spindly arms and legs. I diagnose way too much Labyrinth.
