Showing posts with label amusement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label amusement. Show all posts

21 November 2008

Meow.



I mean, really. It took me all day to open this computer and get some words down and in comes the ladee. I guess I'll have to just leave you some pics of me hard at work hacking the interwebs, one furry paw, one cup of tea, one weary minute at a time. My name is Natasha. Remember that. The world will soon be mine. Additionally, note that I spell perfectly, and have no problem agreeing subjects with verbs. Just sayin'.

20 November 2008

I Couldn't Agree More

Check Salon's thinking-person's list to sexy. I definitely agree with their pick for Sexiest Living Man 2008. Some of the list, eh. I mean, really. But it's a better list than People's for shizzle.

05 September 2008

Word.


This program may be a little 2002, but I think my work could definitely benefit from it. Found here.

15 August 2008

{The Harumph. Outmoded? Discuss.}


{The book discussed below is one I'd certainly love to read. While reviewing the review, the mention of the harumph was just too funny not to share. I immediately thought of Disapproving Rabbits, and tried myself to harumph, to little success.}


From Robert Fulford's book review of The Kingdom of Infinite Space: A Fantastical Journey Around Your Head by Raymond Tallis published on National Post:

"Consider the way a human face speaks with silent eloquence. In the view of Raymond Tallis, an eminent British doctor and a talented writer, the face of a man or woman constitutes 'the most sign-packed surface in the universe.' Consider the way a human face speaks with silent eloquence. In the view of Raymond Tallis, an eminent British doctor and a talented writer, the face of a man or woman constitutes 'the most sign-packed surface in the universe.'


"In his new book, The Kingdom of Infinite Space: A Fantastical Journey Around Your Head (Yale University Press), Tallis sets out to make his readers into 'astonished tourists of the piece of the world that is closest to them, so they never again take for granted the head that looks at them from the mirror.' He begins his examination with the face.

He also examines willed behaviour, providing detailed data on kissing and possibly the first analysis ever of harrumphing. Oxford defines a harrumph as an ostentatious clearing of the throat, expressing disapproval. Tallis says it's close to a suppressed bark, typically triggered by a newspaper item about a fashion or trend the harrumpher deplores. "Harrumphs are particularly associated with the idea of a member of the Establishment, whose overweight body provides the perfect instrument for manufacturing it," complete with jowls that shake while the sound emerges.

Few harrumphers practise this favourite tic in private. Like laughing, it's not often a solitary indulgence. (Tallis says we laugh 30 times more frequently when we are with others than when we are alone.) The harrumph probably deserves more space than Tallis gives it. Is it dying out? Does it express social attitudes only of the old and cranky? I have heard people fail miserably when trying to produce a satisfactory harrumph. All they can manage is a pathetic snort. Harrumphing is no simple matter. There is a rumour they still teach it in the better private schools."