The remarkable Patricia Bray ( pbray ) has a neat post on her LJ today about the Save the Words project in which one can adopt a word that is falling out of the English language through sheer disuse. Being a wordy-girl I think it's horrible when words disappear, so I went and adopted me a word and I intend to use it like mad!

This is my word:
Cynicocratical (adj)

Pertaining to rule by cynics.

Hehehe... I think our country is not quite cynicocratical enough!

Me I'm the staying up late type. I don't do morning worth a carp. (any carp, whether you call it a koi or a goldfish.)

Hrm... Apparently



Well... at least I'm not Fanny Price....

Take the Quiz here!

It is passed to me by the fair (and much healthier) mitchy ! That on seeing Shakespeare herein quoted, thou shoulds't go forth and do likewise. Thus herewith I give thee Petruchio and Kate from The Taming of the Shrew:

PETRUCHIO. Good morrow, Kate- for that's your name, I hear.
KATHERINA. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing:
They call me Katherine that do talk of me.
PETRUCHIO. You lie, in faith, for you are call'd plain Kate,
And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst;
But, Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,
Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,
For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation-
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.
KATHERINA. Mov'd! in good time! Let him that mov'd you hither
Remove you hence. I knew you at the first
You were a moveable.
PETRUCHIO. Why, what's a moveable?
KATHERINA. A join'd-stool.
PETRUCHIO. Thou hast hit it. Come, sit on me.
KATHERINA. Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
PETRUCHIO. Women are made to bear, and so are you.
KATHERINA. No such jade as you, if me you mean.
PETRUCHIO. Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee!
For, knowing thee to be but young and light-
KATHERINA. Too light for such a swain as you to catch;
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
PETRUCHIO. Should be! should- buzz!
KATHERINA. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
PETRUCHIO. O, slow-wing'd turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?
KATHERINA. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.
PETRUCHIO. Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.
KATHERINA. If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
PETRUCHIO. My remedy is then to pluck it out.
KATHERINA. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
PETRUCHIO. Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?
In his tail.
KATHERINA. In his tongue.
PETRUCHIO. Whose tongue?
KATHERINA. Yours, if you talk of tales; and so farewell.
PETRUCHIO. What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again,
Good Kate; I am a gentleman.


Taming of the Shrew Act II Scene 1

As today's meme appears to be "take a photo of yourself looking ordinary," here is mine:

Yes, I'm coming out of the closet (the water closet) because it's the only place you can stand and not fall down while you take a photo of yourself.

There. I've memed.

Now back to the 54K and crawling....

I walk a lot. 'Cause that's my most reliable and cheap mode of transport. So when Jim showed me the Google Pedometer, I of course started poking about wondering how far I walked running errands today and how many calories I burned, clickety-clicking my little route and putting in all my little side trips....

Help me....