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grammargirlApropos of nothing, Neil Gaiman's journal made me laugh out loud today:
Of course, when stood next to the choice of American political parties ('So, would you like Right Wing, or Supersized Right Wing with Extra Fries?") my English fuzzy middle-of-the-roadness probably translates easily as bomb-throwing Trotskyist, but when I get to chat to proper lefties like Ken McCloud or China Mieville I feel myself retreating rapidly back into the woffly Guardian-reading why-can't-people-just-be-nice-to-each-otherhood of the politically out of his depth.
Also, I have once again been reminded that "snogging" is the best ever euphemism for making out. How come the British get all the good slang, anyway?
Man, I gotta get out of here. I'm this close to gnawing on my arm for lack of any other stimulation.
40 minutes. I can do this. Really.
Argh.
Of course, when stood next to the choice of American political parties ('So, would you like Right Wing, or Supersized Right Wing with Extra Fries?") my English fuzzy middle-of-the-roadness probably translates easily as bomb-throwing Trotskyist, but when I get to chat to proper lefties like Ken McCloud or China Mieville I feel myself retreating rapidly back into the woffly Guardian-reading why-can't-people-just-be-nice-to-each-otherhood of the politically out of his depth.
Also, I have once again been reminded that "snogging" is the best ever euphemism for making out. How come the British get all the good slang, anyway?
Man, I gotta get out of here. I'm this close to gnawing on my arm for lack of any other stimulation.
40 minutes. I can do this. Really.
Argh.
