The Monarchy

It's starting to grow on me. More later.

You British people and your snappy retorts....

So favorite "snap" of today...in response to my diatribe against Marmite, T* at work listened for awhile and came back with, "Well if we're gonna discuss the subject of sandwich fillings, what the heck is bologna?"

I guess you can say he told me.

But Marmite is still yucky. And I hate to break it to y'all, but so is Pimms.

Btw, T* is also the one who pointed out that American football is undeserving of the label because it doesn't actually involve the feet. Curses.

Hey! You know what's kinda fun?

Going to the airport when you don't have to travel. Went to meet 'Davaria' during their layover at LHR today. Heathrow is a much more fun place when it's not your cosmetics you're surrendering or you who has to wait in the security line. Or you who actually has to get on a plane. So if you can't find me this Saturday night, there's a better than even chance I'll be chillin' at Stanstead.



Hey look! It's NOT ME flying!

Words I've just plain refused to adopt...and why

While I've gladly incorporated 'chips', 'lift', 'bin', 'rubbish', 'car park' and various other British phrases into my vocabulary there are some I just cannot abide by:


'mobile' for cell phone (because it just sounds silly with my accent)
'kitchen roll' for paper towel (because you use it in places other than the kitchen)
'buttons' for remote control (because that's just wrong)
'sweets' for candy (because I just can't get into the habit and because the song 'I want Sweets' just wouldn't be the same...)
'cinema' for movies (cuz it's really hard to master the phrase, 'I'm going to the cinema to see the new Queen Latifah film...'
'aluminium' for aluminum (why would i put more syllables into a word...the same goes for 'disorientated' instead of disoriented...yes you could say it that way, but why??)
'hoover' for vacuum cleaner (just because)
'zed' (did nobody see pulp fiction?)

More to follow I'm sure.

All this for just £5.40

Yesterday I had five reminders of Why I Hate 'the Tube.'
1. At 9:46 AM I heard my least favorite six words: 'Severe delays on the Northern Line.'
2. The armpit(s) of the man in front of me when I finally got on said Northern Line, which was 18 different types of smelly.
3. My travelcard was somehow de-activated from the get-go, so at each station I had to ask a man in an orange vest to let me through.
4. At the end of the work day, as I was riding the escalator down to the depths of Waterloo station, it abruptly broke down, sending people lurching forward and then back as they all braced themselves. OK, so that part was kind of funny.
5. One of the stations I was trying to get to was closed due to 'overcrowding'? Yeah figure that one out.