Little Pleasures

Someone who loves me more than she ought to gave me this hat:

I love this hat. In fact, that may not be a strong enough statement. Let’s try this: this hat has resulted in my new favorite fantasy: that when I wear it, I am taller, smarter, and much less ugly. *heh* The only drawback to this hat is that I want another one, now. Yes, already. (I only have the one in one color, you see. 🙂 ) But I can live with one. After all, it’s a very nice one.


Still lovin’ it.

Not a Good Thing

But at least it didn’t stem from from riots or some such, not that one would ever expect such here in America’s Third World County. The “African Grocery” with apartments above and mosque next door: complete loss. Two injured–one a firefighter. No, no riot, but still not a Good Thing. The Somalis in that town will miss their specialty grocery and mosque. Not a lot of crossover with the Pacific Islanders’ grocery here in town, either.

No, It Is Not Correct

I have seen “one of the only” used correctly exactly once. All other uses of it have been nothing other than evidence of stupidity. Yes, stupidity.

only: without others or anything further; alone; solely; exclusively

Now, admittedly, IF “one of the only” is followed by or includes a qualifier AND eliminates the article “the” (which ALSO signifies singularity, unless a group is clearly designated) bi>like “one of only five,” then the stupid phrase is transmogrified into something that has some sense to it. Apparently, pre-Internet publishers agree with me:

Yeh: the Internet. *sigh* Enstupiating the world by empowering Ortega’s “mass-man.”

Filed Under “Literacy: That Word Does Not Mean What You Think It Means”

Apropos of nothing in particular *cough* not *cough* I cringe every time I read “quotes” from historical figures whose literacy and fluency in English far surpassed that of those who misquote them, inserting grammar and usage errors that do not exist in the original material. Even worse? Fictional accounts of historical figures that put (sometimes credible, though still fictional) words in a historical figure’s mouth that are then mistranscribed by subliterates, mangling them into gibberish.

Mary’s Boy-Child

(I have, as Perri noted in comments, now had the “video unavailable” error twice, while at other times it has loaded. *sigh*

This one, of several others, has loaded a few times for me. Let’s see how long it stays up, mmmK?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_t-rTbOOAI

Always Look on the Bright Side

You know, there is an up side to the stolen election. Finally, no one who has more brains than a kumquat and better morals than a rabid mink can deny that the Dhimmicraps are utterly and completely morally bankrupt. No one (and I do mean no one) who is even remotely honest and ethical can from this point forward ever support another Dhimmicrap. Nope. Not one. Period. Anyone who does classes themselves as completely and totally without any decency whatsoever. Period.

Harsh? Not my fault.

Hallmark “Movies” Aren’t Always a Complete Waste of Time

I haven’t watched anything memorable Ryan Paevey has been in (and in fact have only “watched” anything he’s been in as “background noise” while doing other things), but. . . I could really listen to him narrate just about anything–and I don’t generally like narrations of anything. I have no idea whether the guy has ever sung, whether solo or in a group, but I also wouldn’t mind having his voice in a choir.

Mischief Managed?

Well, not quite. More “wood chucking.” Sorta-kinda-almost “good enough” fitness watch buzzed me to say I had been at my optimal heart rate for 20 minutes. *meh* What does it know? Five minutes later, *bzzz* “Relax.” Yeh, says you. A few minutes later: dizzy. OK, OK, I give in.

At least it was nice weather for it. High 40s, still ice on the wood, etc. Maybe this afternoon will be time for more “wood chucking.”