Intaglio 2.0

( Let me tell you about a kid I know, we met awhile ago. )

Deepest apologies to Melora Creager.

ohgod it has other stanzas. help.

*"Do you slags think?" (Saint Mileena the halfbreed assassin pure and shining paragon of most holy moral goodness exclaimed indignantly.) "Or do you just live to have sex?"

Lara pursed her face in a parody of a courtesan's pout. "Well, I think about sex all the time. Why, precious? You hard up for a date?"

Kara chuckled. "We'd treat you real good."

*Token after-the-fact hasty apologies to twistedwriter101, kinda sorta, except really I wasn't copying her honest, maybe we could chat and be friends.

Brin was awake for the first time in a hundred years or so this morning.

"Women hold up half the sky?" She folded her arms, up, down, up, down, pacing. "Ei, the messy half. The half with the childbirth and the cooking under it. Hah!"

I wanted to perform a hypothesis formation and check, because that would be a cool stunt for my LiveJournal, but I'm too excited. XD

Google knows what "diachronic" and "apotropaic" mean.

The Oxford College Dictionary, Second American Edition, 2002, DOES NOT.

Lollerols.

diachronic: referring to phenomena as they change over time.

apotropaic: in essence, warding off evil.

Hmmm.

Which of these words will Jheti get more mileage out of? Anyone? Best guess? XD

I had three more words I wanted the meaning of, but I do not recall...

Patristic, antinimous (which Google's ":define" command and Dictionary.com both do not recognize as a word, but which occurs on the Web itself in philosophical and similar documents), and...oh, there was one more...Feh.

I found them in this ungodly long-winded book about masks and culture.

Mileena wanted it. Sat up for the chapter about the Gorgon, but mostly ignored the book otherwise. She whined sorely about the density of the languaging.

I went in circles with it, trying to find the ends of sentences; he never stopped "talking"--his narration was exceedingly poor. No rhythm, no sense, and deeply abstruse word choice.

My collection of words is...not small. I think I went four pages before hitting three words I didn't recall ever even seeing before.

(Note also that "antinimous" and "antonymous" are not the same word, and do not appear to be RELATED words, either, and there goes my best inference as to the meaning of the mystery word.)

Kimbley has nothing to say to me, but he tends to pet the Chemical Abstracts as we go past them once or twice a day. I looked in them and it was Greek to me, as they say, but they make him grin, and don't we look smart with heavy black vinyl-sided tomes in our grip.

Lollerskates?

Mmmm, I'm going to go get my battered 1980's dictionary and compare it against the new volume, and see if it tells me what these words mean.

If it can, I will return to gloat unbearably. *Halo.*

( As a postscript, the standard dump: dreams and the RL saga that precludes them. )

THE RL SAGA: For whatever reason, my alarm clock did not go off. There goes my morning class; I have no way to get to it. I'm thus in no great hurry to catch the next bus out.

"Now then," he said calmly. "Let's be certain clear. You fail me in this, an' it's up you go, swingin' by what you hold nearest an' dearest to yer filthy little dark heart. You reading me?"

Well. Koteth bobbed his head and dropped his forearms folded good and low across his chest, the deep respect-sign usually given princes or kings.

The army'd finally coughed out an officer that frightened him.

First time for everything.

Not that it matters, but because I've wasted my entire day on the Internet ANYway...

I have not yet browsed, but am entirely looking forward to, beexsam. Yes.

I asked them a question, and they fell where they will, and I saw the King of Wands and "What is Koteth doing there?" hopped out of my mouth.

Apparently that's his card.

Lately, She is the Four Cups, reversed.

Baraka believes none of that glorified horseshit and Will Not Have It (TM).

I've been listening to Love Come Home for the last six hours and have no desire to stop.

That will be all. Ooh, shocking!

( If you stand in the middle, you can keep your balance... )

Cough worse. Lungs hurt. On the other hand, my skull has finally stopped leaking.

Spinning on the Wheel, the souls of ONE evolving...
[...]I'm the master of my wheel, of my very own wheel, universal and recurrent

Class in about thirty. *Sigh.*

MEGACON '05 tomorrow. ^____^

*SNEEZE.*