with fugitive Articulation
God, it's December. LJ has a happy Christmas doodle on its standard header, and the radio and bloody supermarkets are playing schmaltzy Christmas carols and lame Band Aid warm fuzzies. Granny Weatherwax nothing, at this time of year I channel my inner Scrooge. Am I the only person who has an overwhelming desire to spend Christmas either curled up under my bed muttering "Bah, Humbug!" at intervals, or taking me a large axe and slaying six in a tinsel-bedecked mall?
Also, is it just me, or is KFM suddenly playing ridiculous amounts of ads with American accents? I was playing the radio while engaged in the recent round of boring administrative scut-work, and I swear one ad in five is eschewing Souf Effrican accents in favour of the standard, recognisable accent of the good ol' US of A. This suggests that globalisation and cultural hegemony is reaching a new and horrifying phrase. I don't really like the SA accent when recorded, its flattened vowels become horribly unattractive, but I can't say I'm into having Americanisation touted as the logical response. The logical response should be South African actors learning to speak properly. (And I swear, the subject line was from the first page of Omar Khayyam I opened. Too weird).
I slept until 10.30am this morning, a rare occurrence, and a de facto celebration of Saturday's happy lack of an Army of Reconstruction right outside my window. Last night was also late, given as we were playing my Falkenstein game at wolverine_nun's place until 11ish at least. The session was enlivened by a sudden geyser disaster halfway through, but fortunately turned out not to be too serious. The thundering cascade of hot water in the courtyard outside was somewhat disturbing, though. In-game, Khoi-boi's character is trying desperately to dig himself out of the several deep pits into which he has fallen, since shooting an English Count, even non-fatally, is somewhat problematical not only socially, but legally, and is in addition getting him into deep shit with his sorcerous order. Money for jam for a DM: as long as characters are choosing to burgle the bedchambers of aristocratic ladies and attempting to off the outraged husband when discovered, I don't have to do much...
Really interesting article on a case of plagiarism, nicked from Neil Gaiman's blog (but attributed, therefore not plagiarised), here. Honestly, it's bad enough when the students do it.
Also, is it just me, or is KFM suddenly playing ridiculous amounts of ads with American accents? I was playing the radio while engaged in the recent round of boring administrative scut-work, and I swear one ad in five is eschewing Souf Effrican accents in favour of the standard, recognisable accent of the good ol' US of A. This suggests that globalisation and cultural hegemony is reaching a new and horrifying phrase. I don't really like the SA accent when recorded, its flattened vowels become horribly unattractive, but I can't say I'm into having Americanisation touted as the logical response. The logical response should be South African actors learning to speak properly. (And I swear, the subject line was from the first page of Omar Khayyam I opened. Too weird).
I slept until 10.30am this morning, a rare occurrence, and a de facto celebration of Saturday's happy lack of an Army of Reconstruction right outside my window. Last night was also late, given as we were playing my Falkenstein game at wolverine_nun's place until 11ish at least. The session was enlivened by a sudden geyser disaster halfway through, but fortunately turned out not to be too serious. The thundering cascade of hot water in the courtyard outside was somewhat disturbing, though. In-game, Khoi-boi's character is trying desperately to dig himself out of the several deep pits into which he has fallen, since shooting an English Count, even non-fatally, is somewhat problematical not only socially, but legally, and is in addition getting him into deep shit with his sorcerous order. Money for jam for a DM: as long as characters are choosing to burgle the bedchambers of aristocratic ladies and attempting to off the outraged husband when discovered, I don't have to do much...
Really interesting article on a case of plagiarism, nicked from Neil Gaiman's blog (but attributed, therefore not plagiarised), here. Honestly, it's bad enough when the students do it.