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shadydaveIn addition to my iPod still being sick, it now seems that I, too, am sick, as the scratchy feeling in my eyes and throat that heralds an oncoming cold has appeared. This does not please me.
Also, I spent half an hour this morning completing what is possibly my most terrifying job at work yet. I had to etch numbers into 50 stamps for the student portfolios using a "Vibro-grave" which, though it sounds like some kind of sex toy, is actually a tiny high-speed drill of EV0L, not unlike those used by dentists. The entire time I used this infernal device, visions of severed fingers, maimed hands and gouged eyeballs danced through my head. Fortunately, I emerged from the gauntlet unscathed, despite my increasing paranoia as the job neared its completion that NOW was the time the drill would slip and I would forever be accompanied by the haunting strains of "Frodo of the Nine Fingers". Never again. Next time, I will insist upon a Sharpie, which requires much more ingenuity to cripple one for life.
Saw PotC this weekend. I liked it a lot and thought it was a good sequel to the second one, but the first is still the best. Possibly I will write more on this later, when I am not late from returning from lunch.
In conclusion: Pathetic fallacy is when nature reflects someone's emotions. It happens whenever Shakespeare gets pissed, and then the dude that he's pissed at gets eaten by a bear!
Also, I spent half an hour this morning completing what is possibly my most terrifying job at work yet. I had to etch numbers into 50 stamps for the student portfolios using a "Vibro-grave" which, though it sounds like some kind of sex toy, is actually a tiny high-speed drill of EV0L, not unlike those used by dentists. The entire time I used this infernal device, visions of severed fingers, maimed hands and gouged eyeballs danced through my head. Fortunately, I emerged from the gauntlet unscathed, despite my increasing paranoia as the job neared its completion that NOW was the time the drill would slip and I would forever be accompanied by the haunting strains of "Frodo of the Nine Fingers". Never again. Next time, I will insist upon a Sharpie, which requires much more ingenuity to cripple one for life.
Saw PotC this weekend. I liked it a lot and thought it was a good sequel to the second one, but the first is still the best. Possibly I will write more on this later, when I am not late from returning from lunch.
In conclusion: Pathetic fallacy is when nature reflects someone's emotions. It happens whenever Shakespeare gets pissed, and then the dude that he's pissed at gets eaten by a bear!