fiddlesticks
Friday, 24 April 2009 10:34 amSome bastard is fiddling with the Dread Sigil Odegra again in Cape Town at the moment - traffic last night was unspeakable, Rondebosch was almost gridlocked from about 4.30 to after 6.30, which is the time I gave up trying to get over to Hout Bay to visit my dad. I figured that if it had taken me 35 minutes to fail to leave Rondebosch, the rest of it was pretty much doomed. It wasn't much fun this morning, either, 40 mins up to campus, only to find the network down. I think the Cosmic Wossnames are prodding me with sticks, and snerkling nastily as I get all twitchy without my daily blogs.
On the upside, the Department of Crazed Tabloid Surrealism is fully operational. Today's gem: MY EVIL GOAT LOVE CURSE! In true billboard headline fashion the words ramify into a host of possible meanings, leaving one unsure if the unfortunate speaker is evilly cursed to love goats, cursed in love by an evil goat, or has a nice line in expletives (I have to say, I'm having the kind of day which does, in fact, inspire me to mutter "Evil goat love!" under my breath at intervals).
On the further upside, three-day weekend, with various pleasing social wossnames lined up including, after a gap of years, Mythos! It is remotely possible that I may not actually bite any more student heads off on Tuesday, although I plan to keep "Evil goat love!" in reserve just in case.
On the upside, the Department of Crazed Tabloid Surrealism is fully operational. Today's gem: MY EVIL GOAT LOVE CURSE! In true billboard headline fashion the words ramify into a host of possible meanings, leaving one unsure if the unfortunate speaker is evilly cursed to love goats, cursed in love by an evil goat, or has a nice line in expletives (I have to say, I'm having the kind of day which does, in fact, inspire me to mutter "Evil goat love!" under my breath at intervals).
On the further upside, three-day weekend, with various pleasing social wossnames lined up including, after a gap of years, Mythos! It is remotely possible that I may not actually bite any more student heads off on Tuesday, although I plan to keep "Evil goat love!" in reserve just in case.