Category Archives: Holidailies

Pints at the End of the World.

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Academic achievement.

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Firing neurons.

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Number running.

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That Mary Tyler Moore hat flippy thing.

(Holidailies Day #4.)

Until I get my term paper, exam, and pub quiz writing done, I fear most of my Holidailies entries will be like this. That’s fine, right? Writing is writing? Read More →

Passive aggression.

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Joining the cavalry.

(Apparently, the word of the day, since I’ve used it three times in various social media things already today.)

Is it a good idea to join up with a blogging challenge when one is less than a week away from turning in a term paper, behind on Christmas baking, and back into publication season at work? Is it a bad sign that I hadn’t logged into my CMS in so long that I had 18 updates today?

No. And most definitely.

But here I am. Holidailies Day 1. Hello. This is a slapdash entry written while waiting for my hair to dry (I’m being interviewed for a student project today, otherwise I wouldn’t have even bothered washing it), before I hop on my bike and head to work.

For days when I don’t have a huge amount of time, I think I’ll tackle Holidailies this way:

Thing about my life
I adopted a six-month-old kitten in October and she is a delight. Her name is Bea (after the divine Ms Arthur, as well as Beatrice Thompson, though lately I’ve been calling her Beezus), and she was rescued from the mean streets of Clarence-Rockland and she has the best face.

Best at knitting.

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She’s a mongrel, with a ginger stripey mama, but probably has some kind of splotchy Siameseness in her background.

Thing you might find interesting
Cricket’s lack of lasting popularity in the United States was probably caused by a combination of baseballic simplicity and the Civil War interrupting team tours, intended to drive up interest in the sport, of the South.

Thing you might find less interesting
None of my Gilmore Girls revival predictions from earlier this year came true, but I will defend ‘Sure, man, a Palomino’ as a superior set of final four words until my dying day. Or next week.

Thing you might have missed in the news because Trump is dominating the headlines with his pomposity, hypocrisy, and lack of judgment
China’s HIV/AIDS rates are rising, especially among young people, in large part because sex education is pretty poor there.

Thing you might have missed in the news that isn’t all doom-and-gloom
Copenhagen reached a milestone this week: There are now more bikes on its roads than cars.

Little Green Men.

Frantically trying to finish a second mitten in a pair (the main body, anyway) tonight. I had to rebuild part of the pattern myself to customise it and they have to be finished, blocked, and dry before Sunday’s staff Christmas party. It’s pretty typical to overextend myself on these things – I make things because it is cheaper financially, but they ended up taking twice as long as I think they will to finish, so the value of DIY ends up in the shitter. Merry Christmas!

In preparation for going to a (free) screening of The Force Awakens on Friday morning, we watched the Despecialised edition of A New Hope on Friday night and mentioned to R. that one of my favourite things about the whole original trilogy is Yoda’s butt. It’s just adorable. And Yoda is such a brat that that scene makes me very happy.

R’s watching Empire Strikes Back tonight and I am wicked jealous.

Tiny green butts.


Why hello! You may have noticed that I fell off the blogging map for four days, turning Holidailies into Holimaybes! HA HA HA.


Truth is, I was working like mad last week, including Saturday, sat in front of a computer for 9 or 10 hours a day, trying my damnedest to get a grip on picas and points and my boss’s idiosyncratic guidelines, and when I got home, my brain would just shut down. I spent nearly all of Sunday doing the dance of knitting/staring into space/despairing about not-done Christmas prep/worrying myself into a migraine/knitting more because it counts as Christmas prep and is more fun that vacuuming.

I’ve also largely been off social media because almost everyone is getting on my nerves. I shut off ‘Shut up‘ on a few sites and regretted it almost instantly. Whatever those poor bastards who moderate comments on news websites get paid, it is not enough. It’s probably about 3% of enough.

In my eventual, mostly benevolent dictatorship, people should have to buy a fucking stamp to express their opinion on a newspaper or other media outlet’s website.

Should I crowbar in a fact? Sure.

The oldest, still-published newspaper in the world is Post- och Inrikes Tidningar, originally printed as Ordinari Post Tijdender, which dates back to 1645 when it was an official mouthpiece of Queen Christina. It isn’t where you find out about Kardashians or recipes for trifle; it seems to be a bit Hansard-y, but with public and corporate and legal announcements too.

Since 2007, only one copy of each issue is actually printed; the rest is online only.