Holy Innocents and ironing:
So I'd intended to really celebrate the 12 days of Christmas on LJ this year, starting right with Christmas and moving through Adam's Day and Eve's Day for whenever they appeared, by naming the particular holiday involved and saying some lovely things about it, an intent that lasted up until Day 3, yesterday, aka known as St. John the Evangelist's Day, when I was going to write a lovely screed about the joy of letter writing and the new interaction of emails, which, you will note, you didn't read. This brings us to today, Holy Innocents Day, a day I fear applies to absolutely nobody reading this journal (hush, loucheroo, hush) but perhaps all of you can have a marvelous day celebrating your memories of innocence. If you still have any.
Meanwhile, and on a completely different note, suibhne_geilt wants to alert us to the sport of extreme ironing. Ordinarily, I'm all about sports like this, except that I couldn't help but notice that everybody depicted doing extreme ironing has something I currently lack: an iron. This is not a request for anyone to get me one: the main reason I don't have an iron is that I did have an iron that I failed to turn on for 6 years, and finally felt that I had enough things in my closet as it was without adding something that I never, but ever, used, and never, but ever, would use. So I fear this is a sport I must bow out on.
On a still completely different note, yes, the rumours are true: I did, indeed, flood my kitchen again last night thanks to my apparent inability to tell the difference between dishwasher detergent and laundry detergent. Somewhere, a joke about innocents, ironing, detergent is flooding someone's mind, but I'm just going to leave it at that.
I've used the word "fear" twice in the post so far. I fear the meaning of this.
Meanwhile, and on a completely different note, suibhne_geilt wants to alert us to the sport of extreme ironing. Ordinarily, I'm all about sports like this, except that I couldn't help but notice that everybody depicted doing extreme ironing has something I currently lack: an iron. This is not a request for anyone to get me one: the main reason I don't have an iron is that I did have an iron that I failed to turn on for 6 years, and finally felt that I had enough things in my closet as it was without adding something that I never, but ever, used, and never, but ever, would use. So I fear this is a sport I must bow out on.
On a still completely different note, yes, the rumours are true: I did, indeed, flood my kitchen again last night thanks to my apparent inability to tell the difference between dishwasher detergent and laundry detergent. Somewhere, a joke about innocents, ironing, detergent is flooding someone's mind, but I'm just going to leave it at that.
I've used the word "fear" twice in the post so far. I fear the meaning of this.