Reasons to be happy
1. The "Evil New Zealand Hobbit Death Flu" (thank you for that lovely image, 
plumsnickety) is abating somewhat. We've moved from the sneezing-and-general-ickiness phase to the hacking-cough-but-otherwise-not-too-bad phase. Made for an interesting night at choir last night, that's for sure.
2. Doc Locke last night was his usual entertaining self. Three quotes:
- "These notes aren't like Bob Evans sausages; you don't twist them off, you cut them off."
- "Remember, this is evening twighlight, not zebras dying on the Discovery Channel."
- "This was written about 100 years ago...when I was born..." (We're singing about food. Lots and lots of food. I will never, ever be able to keep a straight face during this song.)
3. I have e-mail from "Norgol" in my inbox. Hee.
4. Irish Lit. I think I'm becoming Professor McMullen's one-woman fan club, but I love that class. We talked about the whole love triangle-esque stuff between W. B. Yeats, Maud Gonne and John McBride today for a bit, and how Yeats called McBride "a drunken vainglorious lout" in a poem after Maud Gonne married him. Heh. We're reading The Playboy of the Western World for next week, which should be really good.
plumsnickety) is abating somewhat. We've moved from the sneezing-and-general-ickiness phase to the hacking-cough-but-otherwise-not-too-bad phase. Made for an interesting night at choir last night, that's for sure.2. Doc Locke last night was his usual entertaining self. Three quotes:
- "These notes aren't like Bob Evans sausages; you don't twist them off, you cut them off."
- "Remember, this is evening twighlight, not zebras dying on the Discovery Channel."
- "This was written about 100 years ago...when I was born..." (We're singing about food. Lots and lots of food. I will never, ever be able to keep a straight face during this song.)
3. I have e-mail from "Norgol" in my inbox. Hee.
4. Irish Lit. I think I'm becoming Professor McMullen's one-woman fan club, but I love that class. We talked about the whole love triangle-esque stuff between W. B. Yeats, Maud Gonne and John McBride today for a bit, and how Yeats called McBride "a drunken vainglorious lout" in a poem after Maud Gonne married him. Heh. We're reading The Playboy of the Western World for next week, which should be really good.