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2003-12-16

Snowman, that classic anthropomorphic trio of large, medium, and small balls of snow, armed with sticks and eyes of coal, a friendly winter face to all passersby, grinning broadly beneath a long, carrot nose! Hail, snowman!

There’s no way of actually stop it from coming. The snow I mean. And with the snow we also get a new endangered species. Thanks to the Morning News, there might yet be time enough to save the snowman. Be warned though. Snowmen are not for the faint-hearted, saving them can be dangerous to your health.

Black Table had a rundown on magazines. Far too few of them, but no matter. A magazine is a magazine, and some of us like the little buggers. Sadly, they affirmed my suspicions about The Believer not being a real Might Magazine substitute. Sadly, because what I’ve read from Might was damn good.

All this phonetic and phonology lately (passed the exam today, who-ho-ie) have made me realise two things. Phonology is pretty neat — much more fun than phonetics and transcriptions — and speech is not very efficient. I have lots of thoughts intervening in double helixes and even a twine-ball, and at the same time I can only say one of them. I can of course wait until I’ve said one thing, but then my mind is filled with other thoughts and my mind at times just goes pffft (plosive-bilabial (-> possibly a click sound here) -> fricative-labiodental -> voiced-fricative-dental) and implodes like a baby orange with a sudden case of “not properly contained vacuum in the middle”-disorder. Don’t you just hate it when that happens? I know I do.

If the Lord of the Rings-movies really is about the big battle between the good and the ultimate evil, then where are the Daleks? They’re after all Very Evil, even more-so than Sauron. When something needs to be killed, you don’t send a couple of puny half-assed orcs. No, you send those who have sworn to exterminate everything not Dalek because then there will be no mistakes. No one will be offered cake since that just don’t mesh with the Dalek point of view.

Feeling wonky. Tomorrow I head down south, to where I’m local. I’ll be there visiting the parental units until early January. This means that... I’ll continue to update because Christmas isn’t such a big deal. It doesn’t force me to stop and sit down and be wholesome with the relatives and sing Christmasy songs infront of a large wooden chip called Christmas tree. It’s just another day of the year, kind of like the first of May except with more snow and less angry socialists.

The next entry here will probably either be the usual gibberish or about the Bad Movie Saturday. Having said that, I suspect that I’ll feel gibberish tomorrow after the train ride.

But right now I’m going to watch Back to the Future (imdb).