Eggnog and Brandy are HORRIBLE…

Much like the title of this post, both wordpress and twitter have been reasonably annoying lately. Not until it was pointed out to me how horribly impractical wordpress is… Am I starting to dislike it. Login. My Dashboard. Posts. Add New. Title. Type a bunch. Categories. Formatting. Do I want a picture? Go find it. Add some html all over the place if I’d like it all fomatted-up and what-not. 

I thought I was just being lazy. 

Here’s a list of things that I’ve considered blogging about in the past month, but haven’t because it’s simply inconvenient:

I went to see a play and really liked it. 

-My camera is a horrible piece of crap. 

-Why radio is so much terribly better than television even though this argument does make me sound like a bit of a hypocrite. 

-Fishies! Turdles!

-My neighbour who used to cross herself when she sees me has stopped doing so, and actually invited me over for coffee. For whatever reason, I declined and lied, saying I had to go to work in a few minutes. (I didn’t, but I was still thinking of the times she used to look at me sideways.) 

-I tend to use Twitter when I’m too lazy to blog. I hate Twitter. 

I’m beginning to think of switching to another platform, but at the same time, I’m aware that my problem might not be simply the fact that my software is an issue. I might dislike coming up with things to write about. I’m not entirely sure what the problem is. I haven’t updated my photographs in the past month whatsoever. It’s nearly January, and my December photolog doesn’t even exist yet, yikes. 

I should get on that. 


Ohhl Riight!

Despite not being around here for a little while, it’s been a very productive few weeks. This is possibly the funniest video I’ve seen in a little while. Written by Adriano Celentano in 1972 the title is such a mouthful that I can’t quite pronounce it, but that might just be the point. Recorded by Raffaella Carrà and Celentano, Prisencolinensinainciusol (that’s it! that’s the title! go back and try to read it! pick out the syllables! good luck!) is just a bunch of nonsense words, written as if they’re spoken in English, from an Italian’s perspective. It’s one thing to look at the man in the weird little suit, and the girls in the odd dresses and laugh, but it’s also an interesting piece to think about as far as learning languages and our abilities to pick up on tones and structures when they are only based on something we are familiar with. It’s  funny listening to this song wondering “is that what we sound like?” but it’s actually really plain to hear that, yes, that is what we sound like. It’s not hard to pick out the sounds of a language that a person has been listening to for their entire life even when the actual words have been completely annihilated. I don’t think that I would confuse this song for a song that was meant to be imitating a more harsh-sounding language even though English is the only language I’ve grown up speaking.

It’s a catchy little diddy!  Prisencolinensinainciusol: