Take Two!

I tired making hush puppies when we were at Paige's, but they didn't work out so well.  This time, however, they did much better. 

Although now I smell like stinky fry oil.  Blech.  Oh well. 

Good Day

Any day that has rugby on is a good day, especially when I have to be in and doing corrections anyway. 

I watched the two live matches (no northern hemisphere wins) and the highlights from the other.  While doing that, I multitasked correcting my typos.  Or rather, going through and dismissing many of them as NOT typos. 

For instance:  Theologicans.  In my acknowledgements.  He marked it as a typo.  Well, heck yeah it is.  Intentionally.  I'm not just thanking every theologian ever.  Sheesh. 

And my punctuation.  I'm not using the American conventional style, in which every comma and full stop goes inside the quotation marks, no matter what.  I'm using the British logical style, where the comma or full stop only goes inside the quotes when it's actually a part of the quote.  Which doesn't happen often.  And he marked every. single. time.  Those aren't getting changed;  I'll just be including a note as to why I did it that way.  I'm consistent in it, and it's not wrong, and I use british spelling, sooo... what's the problem?  Shouldn't be one. 

Anyway.  The rugby made it bearable.  The next three weeks Scotland will be playing.  Woot. 

I Will Remember

Remember, remember the 5th of November--
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot.
I know of no reason the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever been forgot.  ...ten. 

Otherwise known as 'Annual Celebration of Burning a Catholic'.  Although I'd have been a Jacobite myself, considering I am most definitely NOT a Covenanter (Presbyterian).  But really, any excuse for fireworks is okay with me. 

I went with Lynch, and we had hot cocoa and oohed and aaahed and laughed at the silly music choices, the five second lapse between the end of the countdown and the start of the fireworks, and the 'juggling inferno' group who didn't juggle.  Good times. 

And I wonder if Fawkes the phoenix is named after Guy Fawkes, who was burned at the stake?  Just a thought...

Yoghurt Berries?

I like the odd stuff I see in nature.  These look like they are made of yoghurt.  Or yogurt, if you're American.  I'm not going to taste them, though. 

QML

I spent five horrible hours in QML (that's the Queen Mother Library, for those of you not from Aberdeen).  It was miserable.  It's a terrible old grimy clausterphobic building, and they didn't want to let me in since my student id has expired, despite the fact I'm doing corrections for a degree from here.  And they wouldn't let me take out a three-hour heavy demand book I needed for the same reason, even though it's the only copy they have.  And I had both my old id and my letter stating my corrections.  Jerks.  I hate that place. 

So I didn't take a picture of it.  Or rather, I did... but I'm not using it.  I'm using one I like instead:

Blinding

Kenny mentioned how clean parts of Marishcal College are now, but I didn't expect this.  It doesn't even look like granite anymore! 

I guess hundreds of years of grime will grey up anything.  But I'm not so sure I like this so white, either.

Because I Don't Have One Yet...

Here's a photo of my GP's surgery.  I've been coming here for six years now, and in the last year and a half finally saw a GP who bothered to do more than treat just my symptoms.  Yay for that. 

It's been a good 'un, this surgery.  And yes, here that means doctor's office.