So many interests can fit in this blog

bonus/proof:

This is going to look great on my “look at me I’m a pretentious twat” bookshelf.

But then… the first few sentences read:

“In 1875 delegates of the Oxford University Press proposed to me that I should undertake the compilation of a new Latin-English Lexicon, of something the same compass as the Greek-English Lexicon of Liddell and Scott. I acceded to the proposal in the expectation, for which I had at the time what appeared to be good grounds, that I should obtain adequate assistance in the work. My hopes were, however, disappointed.”

Ouch.

He goes on to detail how he spent 12 years working on A all by himself. Then the university asked him to publish what he had, so he threw together the rest of the book, clearly caring less and less the further he got in the alphabet - the entire Q section has four entries - and published… this.

Obviously this is going straight onto my pretentious twat shelf as a goofy conversation starter, but it is interesting and potentially useful if obscure Latin words are your thing. (Did you know “ramen” is a hapax legomenon meaning “a small chip or shaving”?)

tonight, at 3am, while I was completely alone in the gym, it gave me a message i haven't seen before

My house still smelled like peepee poopoo. This was after I used the money I had been saving for months to spend several hundred dollars on a deep house cleaning.

I was crying on the floor, oh my god, my dad is coming over for his birthday. I have a tumblr mutual coming to visit. Oh my god I’ll never be able to have guests over. I’ll never be able to get a roommate when I have to take a pay cut to start my PhD.

I did the only thing left I could think of. I released the raccoons.

Lammy went and hid under the couch, but Moonshine started sniffing everywhere. So I followed her around. Finally she started sniffing behind the fridge. I thought she was just eating the little pieces of cat food I hadn’t cleaned up when I moved the bowl. But once the cat food was gone, she was still sniffing.

I approached. I could smell it. The peepee poopoo. I felt like a blood hound. I could smell it coming from the top of the fridge.

Finally. I found the source of the peepee poopoo