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Thursday Nextisms are Inflectious

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Today was another day of rest, so I finished One of Our Thursdays Is Missing. Some of my favorites:

  • “The taxi was the usual yellow-and-check variety and could either run on wheels in the conventional manner or fly using advanced Technobabble™ vectored gravitational inversion thrusters.”
  • “Technobabble™ Swivelmatic vectored-ion plasma drive.”
  • “Verb-Ease™ for troublesome irregularity.”
  • Malapropism: “The average working life of a Mrs. Malaprop in The Rivals was barely fifty readings. The unrelenting comedic misuse of words eventually caused them to suffer postsyntax stress disorder, and once their speech became irreversibly abstruse, they were simply replaced. Most ‘retired’ Mrs. Malaprops were released into the BookWorld, where they turned ferrule…”
  • “‘Now, then,’ I said, using an oxymoron for scolding effect, ‘it is totally unproven that malapropism is inflectious, and what did we say about tolerating those less fortunate than ourselves?”
  • “Large sections of dramatic irony were hacked from the books and boiled down to extract the raw metaphor, rendering once-fine novels mere husks suitable only for scrapping.”
  • TransGenre Taxi {every time I see this, my brain first thinks TransGender taxi}
  • Dark Reading Matter (DRM). “The hypothetical last resting place of books never published, ideas never penned and poems held only in the heart by poets who died without passing them on.”
  • Metamyth
  • Narrative Clunker Unit (NCU)
  • “Distilling metaphor out of raw euphemism was wasteful and expensive, and the euphemism-producing genres on the island were always squeezing the market. Besides, the by-product of metaphor using the Cracked Euphemism Process liberates irony-238 and dangerous quantities of alliteration, which are associated with downright dangerous disposal difficulties. – Bradshaw’s BookWorld Companion (9th edition).”
  • “Don’t anyone move… I think we’ve driven into a mimefield.”
  • “I was reminded of Clark’s Second Law of Egodynamics: ‘For every expert there is an equal and opposite expert.’”
  • “Plot 9 (Human Drama) revolved around a protagonist returning to a dying parent to seek reconciliation for past strife and then finding new meaning to his or her life. If you live anywhere but HumDram, ‘go do a Plot 9’ was considered a serious insult, the Outlander equivalent of being told to ‘go screw yourself.’ – Bradshaw’s BookWorld Companion (3rd edition).”
  • Antikern: “What this does is remove the white spaces entirely – within an instant this entire boat and everyone in it will implode into nothing more than an oily puddle of ink floating on the river.”

Also, I learned a new idiom—“Wheels within Wheels”:

“Complex interacting processes, agents, or motives, as in It’s difficult to find out just which government agency is responsible; there are wheels within wheels. This term, which now evokes the complex interaction of gears, may derive from a scene in the Bible (Ezekiel 1:16): ‘Their appearance and their work was as it were a wheel in the middle of a wheel.’ [c. 1600]”

and a new word—Epizeuxis

“Repetition of words with no others between, for vehemence or emphasis.” Example: “O horror, horror, horror.” (Macbeth)

Fforde’s Stupidity Surplus

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Britons! Your country needs YOU to do dumg thingsAfter dropping the kids off at school, I took the day off to rest up.

After I couldn’t sleep any longer, I picked up Thursday Next: First among Sequels and finally finished it. I love the seemingly randomly placed artwork—and especially this poster at the back. Because the idea of the government choosing to use up the “stupidity surplus” by undertaking increasingly expensive and ludicrously useless projects is beautiful satirical farce. And a fun twist on this wartime propaganda poster.

High-speed evacuation

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There are days when your plans go all to hell, and the thing that has to be done today (that you thought would take an hour), takes most of the day. So those other three really important and time sensitive things do not get done.

And you think another thing can’t possibly go wrong, but it does. And you think you can’t possibly get more stressed than yesterday. But you do. It happens. Another layer silently drifts over, and settles in.

And all you wish for is a “Martin-Bacon Mk VII Eject-O-Hat, for high-speed evacuation from in this case, life, not a book.

Drama on the way. There goes the peaceful weekend.

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Another long day at my southern Central Oregon client (the 45 minute drive each way just makes it seem long). And not quite caught up with sleep from Monday night. But tomorrow’s a home office day, so that’s good.

Thought I was going to have a mellow weekend before we pick up the kids on Sunday, but that’s changed a bit and one of them is coming tonight. Got a bit of chill time in with a glass of wine, the Biggest Loser finale on Hulu, and my animal pals. Also finished this book that I just picked up at the library yesterday: A Stolen Life, by Jaycee Dugard. Wow. Incredible what she endured and that she’s able to be so open about it. My heart just breaks for her; I hope she can find some peace. Also half-way through Shades of Grey: Love this bizarre world ruled by the Colortocracy.