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February 25, 2004

Shrove Tuesday
Why? Because I seldom get to use the word shrove, that’s why. Stop picking on me. But wait, I’m not Catholic, I’m not participating in Marti Gras, and I have to be constantly reminded that Ash Wednesday is imminent by recurring news stories about how some guy somewhere said Mel Gibson’s new movie says that Jews hated Christ. I’m not what you’d call the target audience for Shrove Tuesday. Pancake Tuesday? Heard that today for the first time. So why am I on about Shrove Tuesday?

Simply, because I love the titles that religions give their holidays, and these are the days when some of the streets in Christiantown turn off their neon signs and get all archaic. It’s the most fascinating Catholic holiday, so far as I’m concerned. I don’t know what Quinguagesima Sunday is, exactly, but I know that reading it is a treat for the eyes.

I spent Shrove Tuesday dealing with viruses (sic). Got sick last night, with the sore throat and the headache, and kept it up today with the not eating and the feeling like I was swallowing blades. Good times. Am feeling better-ish now, but got half as much done today as I would’ve liked, because of other viruses. I set up the home network, got it running, then immediately contracted some XP-attracted virus with an Eastern European-sounding name. Spent a lot of time not getting the computer to work and seething. Now I’ve found that firewalls get in the way of the iTunes store, so you can imagine my glee. Once all that was done, I was behind schedule today even for an ordinary business day, and not one spent at the office with all the distractions of phone calls and emails, etc. Not a good week for me to be behind, either. Dammit.

All the same, right now I’m in rather decent spirits. Brendan Frasier (who gets cast to play me in the movie more often than anyone else, to my surprised delight) was funny and, again, touching on Scrubs, the show that’s good not because I say so but because it is. Soon I’m off to bed to pretend that the episode didn’t get to me as much as it did. But not before I get at least one sentence into this paragraph that doesn’t end with a bland past-tense verb. That’s better.

Since you don’t care what I did today, I give you something of substance to read: Author Chris Jones, who’s writing the Feng Shui book after the one I’m currently freaking out about (at left), has been writing regular updates from his current research trip to Hong Kong. They’ve been funny and entertaining reading thus far. You’ll find those here.

Finally, I leave you with this, the forerunner in the Word that Doesn’t Resemble It’s Meaning category:

pulchritude \PUL-kruh-tood; -tyood\, noun:
That quality of appearance which pleases the eye; beauty; comeliness; grace; loveliness.

Noise: VAST, “Touched”

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