Gosh, my body hurts -- my ankles and the tendon in my shoulder that always seems
to be strained and my knees and the foot I've been sitting on.
Worse,
lately I seem to have co-opted Beaver Cleaver's vocabulary of expletives. "Gosh"
is bad enough but I've even caught myself saying "Good Heavens" in public lately.
WTF? Maybe I'll start using "Merlin's Beard!" as they do in the Harry Potter
novels, or my all-time favorite from a girl I knew in college, "Holy Hammer!" I
have no idea where that comes from, and neither did she, but it always sounds like
an invocation of Mjöllnir to me.
And the effort to type that
correctly has just reminded me, in a stream of consciousness way, of a restaurant
in Philadelphia, though I don't think it's still there. It was called Frög, and
was reputed to be very good -- I never ate there because it was well beyond my
budget at the time. Anyway, the monicker is pronounced just plain "frog", because
as cognoscenti (and I, for some odd reason) knew, that is not an umlaut above the
'o' -- it's eyes.
Gee.
Oh and in other news, I have just
earned my ninth DUCK! Only one more
to get to 500 miles. I wish I had announced the last one, so that I could have
used the word "antepenultimate" -- though if you'll excuse my repeating a pun I
used over at Fivehundred, perhaps that would be "antepinnipedultimate" for ducks.
Note to SWooP, Diddyback, Natalie, and
href="http://caerula.diaryland.com">Caerula: apparently your collective
influence does not entirely cancel out a dose of Levy-ty. Sorry I had to run off,
anyway.
Gee whiz.
Posted by dichroic at July 10, 2003 11:37 AM