Could it be *gasp*... content?!
Well... it is if you count my semi-random musings as such.
The first thing is that I've just recently been reminded of what a strange, uncharted domain my mind is. Case in point: I've recently started using the phrase "It's not rocket science", to the point of abuse. The odd thing is that, when I stop to think about it, I have absolutely no idea why I've been doing this. I've never used it before, it hasn't been used in my presence recently, nor have I read or watched anything that contained that phrase- I haven't even been exposed to anything on rocket science itself (this trend predates the recent coverage of commercial spaceflight). Yet, for some odd reason, this phrase has percolated through the layers of my consciousness and socketed itself into my assemblage of commonly-used phrases.
Creepy.
In other news, I have been mistaken for another nationality for the nth time, this time by a checkout attendant at the local Waitrose. This... irks me. Was asked if I was Phillipino this time, which I suppose makes a nice change from my accent being taken as British, American, Australian- and in several odd moments, Cockney English and Thai. Must remember to ask my language teacher what he makes of my accent- although, with the way things are going, he'll probably identify it as Mongolian or something.
The first thing is that I've just recently been reminded of what a strange, uncharted domain my mind is. Case in point: I've recently started using the phrase "It's not rocket science", to the point of abuse. The odd thing is that, when I stop to think about it, I have absolutely no idea why I've been doing this. I've never used it before, it hasn't been used in my presence recently, nor have I read or watched anything that contained that phrase- I haven't even been exposed to anything on rocket science itself (this trend predates the recent coverage of commercial spaceflight). Yet, for some odd reason, this phrase has percolated through the layers of my consciousness and socketed itself into my assemblage of commonly-used phrases.
Creepy.
In other news, I have been mistaken for another nationality for the nth time, this time by a checkout attendant at the local Waitrose. This... irks me. Was asked if I was Phillipino this time, which I suppose makes a nice change from my accent being taken as British, American, Australian- and in several odd moments, Cockney English and Thai. Must remember to ask my language teacher what he makes of my accent- although, with the way things are going, he'll probably identify it as Mongolian or something.