fireballs of the eucharist
Sep. 17th, 2006 08:47 pmSpent a lovely afternoon chez the charming
misia and
perigee, where I understand I made myself useful, and I also learned a bunch of things, such as the fact that it was once believed, apparently seriously, that fallen women became incontinent at the smell of lettuce.
misia, whom I hadn't met face to face before, did not exclaim upon how I look like my father when I arrived -- indeed, did not do so until I was bouncing on my toes while reiterating that "neither" is singular. At which point I suppose I deserved it. :-)
(Incidentally,
misia, wrt the subject line, don't you think if you make it an exclamation instead of a question it could almost be something Robin or a similar sidekick would say to Batman or a similar hero? ... Perhaps this occurs to me on account of a Star Wars novel where the customary oath sworn by the characters was "Minions of Xendor!", and a friend of mine said it sounded more like a Robin-type thing than a proper curse.)
On the way home, it occurred to me that it would be pretty cool if those green mileage signs by the highway, the ones that tell you it's 131 miles to Richmond or whatever, also told you how far behind you the last major city was. In the first place, it would be another layer of redundancy in helping people who aren't sure if they've gone the right way; but mainly, is it not true that in addition to where you're going, it's good to know where you've been?
(Incidentally,
On the way home, it occurred to me that it would be pretty cool if those green mileage signs by the highway, the ones that tell you it's 131 miles to Richmond or whatever, also told you how far behind you the last major city was. In the first place, it would be another layer of redundancy in helping people who aren't sure if they've gone the right way; but mainly, is it not true that in addition to where you're going, it's good to know where you've been?