(By the way: Kung Fu Panda 2 was much better than its predecessor.)

In all the excitement of watching Kung Fu Panda 2 last night I accidentally Helena-Bonham-Cartered my hair. And then I was sad because I had to take it all down to go to bed. That's not even a first world problem... I don't know what that is.

My serious photo-taking face is somewhat silly.

In other news... Josh Groban has a sense of humour? Who knew?

“It is true of course, that I have a will of iron, but it can be switched off if the circumstances seem to demand it.”

― P.G. Wodehouse

Cabin Pressure Christmas :-)

Cabin Pressure = a thing of joy and hilarity forever!

I would actually reccomend you go back and start listening to Cabin Pressure from the first episode to get a taste for it before listening to this:








Though you may please yourself in this respect.

See you later, agitator!

NANOWRIMO!


My word count is growing ever so sluggishly thisevening, which is quite sad, really. My sentences are becoming horrible, long freight trains, overflowing with redundant words and abundant commas. I won't apologise for the commas.

Been listening to obscure Disney music whilst I novelise, which may be why it's such hard slog... keep getting distracted and hollering LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS! instead of actually getting down to business and defeating this wordcount. I'm a silly. Seriously, though: some Disney music is pretty rubbish, to balance out the famously awesome stuff they've produced. Like this. (WHY DID I LISTEN TO THIS? IT TOOK ME ABOUT TEN YEARS TO GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD THE FIRST TIME! WHAT AM I IN FOR NOW?) And this. (I sort of hate Pocahontas anyway, though.)




This song is sort of guilty pleasure of mine, though. It's one of those songs that sound really really odd when one suddenly starts singing it - though the fact that my sister always tunes in with the alternating lines makes it about twelves times more fun. Just the melodrama and hilarity of it all! DECEPTION! DISGRACE! Go on, zebras, vocalise judgementally! Stomp, all you outraged rhinos! Sway with anger, elephants!
I need sleep and some kind of cure for a dodgy writing style.

It is a noise which to cleave the head.

Bwahahaha. I luuuurve language.

http://www.translationparty.com

http://www.freewebs.com/lakeevendim/fotrengrish.htm

http://www.exclassics.com/espoke/espkcont.htm

*Tangent* One of these days I'm going to write a long blog (possibly a book. Yes, I think it will be a book!) about the friendships(/rivalries/mutual hatreds/mentorships, etc) of all my belovedest writers - and particularly C.S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien. They taught at Oxford (yes, Oxford! Squee!) together; Tolkien was 'Professor of Anglo-Saxon' with the Language Faculty and C. S. Lewis was 'Fellow and Tutor in English Literature'. There was a notorious rivalry between the two branches (Language and Literature) of English (they each made the other study obscure philological stuff and Milton) and the power of Tolkien's awesomeness and the friendship of the two great fantasy writers helped sort out all the differences and create a lovely solution to the happiness of all.

Tolkien, to add to his already substantial claim for most awesome man, formed a club in which the solely male members sat around drinking beer and, wait for it, reading old myths in the original Icelandic! Words fail me. My own claim to philological fame of reading (most of) Gawain and the Green Knight in Anglo-Saxon seems somewhat cheap and silly. Considering I've never even studied Anglo-Saxon and had to keep consulting a translation every time I lost track of what was going on.

I forget where I was going with this. Anyways... language is incredibly fun, children - where are your Latin textbooks?