How was I supposed to know you didn’t want a trepanning?
trepanning (n) : to perforate (the skull) with a trepan, so as to remove a portion of the bone, and thus relieve the brain from pressure or irritation; to perform an operation with the trepan – source: The Onion Ad Nauseam, p. 144
But it is kind of comforting to know that Finns aren’t alone in this foolishness. Shirley Bassey has done Edith Piaf’s Je Ne Regrette Rien in English as No Regrets. And it just does not work.
Moreover, the bastards at WHSmith lured me into buying Antony Beevor’s both Berlin – The Downfall 1945 and Stalingrad. This wasn’t reasonable behaviour, and the only explanation I can give was that the books were £4 off marked price, ie. pretty cheap.
Add to this the fact that I couldn’t resist the £6 Billy Connolly DVD I spotted at MVC and that Noreena Hertz’s The Silent Takeover arrived in the mail in the morning, and the conclusion is that I’ve bought way way too many books and will face some logistics problems hauling them back to Finland. Oh dear.
Now, the latest issue included a review for Kangaroo Jack with the already legendary blurp ”YOU SHOULD SEE IT BECAUSE… Is there anything funnier than a comedy kangaroo wearing a jacket and sunglasses?”
I really am a small town boy, aren’t I?
At eight, Ellen and I grab a snack together standing at the mephitic end of kitchen counter, but I can only manage two or three mozzarella sticks, and lunch had been a mere handful of McNuggets.
mephitic (adj) : 1: tending to destroy life; poisonous; noxious; as, mephitic exhalations; mephitic regions 2: offensive to the smell; as, mephitic odors [syn: miasmic] – source: Nickel and Dimed, p. 46
’You Stole The Sun From My Heart’ appropriates a line from the poem Reflections by RS Thomas, an octogenarian, cleric and Welsh nationalist, whose sombre meditations on life west of Offa’s Dyke have clearly struck a chord.
octogenarian (adj) : being from 80 to 89 years old (n) : someone whose age is in the eighties – source: NME Originals: Manic Street Preachers, p. 118
So what was so bad about it? Well, it was ugly and worthless. The reporter walked in the virtual courtroom for just a couple of seconds to point out ”where the defendant stood”. Now, the room was a flashback to computer games of the early 1990s: a hastily assembled 3D model of a generic courtroomish flavour with blocky shapes of solid colour. And all this just to push totally noninteresting news.