a wolf angel is not a good angel

That has nothing to do with anything, really — I was watching the Rugrats with my sister.
The other day I overheard someone say “What this one has is no hinge” (about a turtle, or a tortoise, or something, compared with a sea turtle that had one). I’m quite sure I’ve heard things like that before, too.
But since I could be (a) going to the beach or (b) considering negation in pseudoclefts, and since I have so far been very successful at not thinking at all about work while I’m here (I didn’t bring anything down with me. I don’t feel guilty. I am so proud[1]) I will choose (a) and just chlk the examples up to word play and/or nervousness.

Merry Christmas. Happy Chanukah. Happy New Year. Enjoy time off with loved ones.
[1] This is made easier by my barely functional computer. My new one has made it to my house, so I will get it in just over a week.

In the grocery store the first night here, I saw a brand of ice cream I’ve never seen before. It’s called Valhalla, from Norway, obviously, and all its flavours are named after gods.
Yes, we like Thor’s Chocolate Choc, or Freya’s Pure Vanilla. Loke’s Pecan Caramel feels appropriate, while Frigg’s Irish Cream doesn’t. But we know that the company is doomed because of Odin’s Exciting Wildberries.

Off on vacation until, or so, Jan 3. Blogging might happen until then, or it might not. Expect, however, a huge honking group of backdated posts on or around Jan 3 (the date is likely to be familiar) from the new computer I can’t bring myself to be excited about.

How to tell, at a glance, what parts of slush are 15 centimeters of almost-liquid, and what you can walk on without soaking your socks.

My sister dropped my computer. Who needs a screen, right?

(Ordered a new one, though. I hope it ships in time for me to pick it up Jan 3. Still: I needed neither the expense nor the inconvenience. Anyone know how to switch over your Office XP?)

Since we will all be away for Chanukah, my family is having a party tomorrow night. This is fine, of course. I have gifts for everyone but my little sister, which my mother has said she will be responsible for. I don’t know what I’ll be giving her, but I have nice gifts for my mother and father.
I need, though, wrapping papers and bows and stuff. And then I found that my favourite dollar store has an outlet in the west end, near where I live. I’m sure it’s not as good as the big ones downtown and further east, but it’s still the best dollar store around. The bows it has are always so beautiful, and cheap! It has lovely tacky paper, too. And boxes and other assorted crap. Dollarama, I love you.

I submitted the stupid paper and drove home. For once, I didn’t need to make 50 million stops to sleep. I also got very little of my book read (Ruth Rendell, The babes in the wood), but I did listen a fair bit to Jann Arden’s Happy?, which is a nice cd. In the “very depressing” sense, at least.
I have to say that driving a little car in raging winds at night in the mountains is not fun. I didn’t think it would be, but I am now quite sure of this.

I’m an apparently intelligent, liberal, not-too-generous, not-too-selfish, relatively well adjusted human being!
See how compatible you are with me!
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
Born with the name of Otto, you became Ludwig at the request of your grandfather, King Ludwig I, because you were born on his birthday. You became Crown Prince at the tender age of 3, and soon after stole a purse from a shop on the basis that everything in Bavaria belonged to you. Tragedy struck when your pet tortoise was taken away; relatives thought the six-year-old prince was too attached to it. Your childhood was lonely and formal. Once, you were prevented from beheading your younger brother by the timeous arrival of a court official. From the age of 14 you suffered from hallucinations.
Despite striking an imposing figure with your great height and good looks, your speeches were pompous to the point of incomprehensibility. You became even more of a recluse, often spending hours reading poetry in a seashell-shaped boat in your electrically-illuminated underground grotto.
You are most famous for building three fairytale castles - Linderhof, Neuschwanstein and Herrenchiemsee - at tremendous public expense. Declared insane and confined to your bedroom by concerned (and embarrassed) subjects, you escaped on 13 June 1886, but were later found drowned with your physician in Lake Stamberg in mysterious circumstances.

I have nothing else intelligent to say. I am now making it sound like I — oh wonderful me! — solved the mysteries of Tagalog voicing and determiners. This is of course because I simplified things, and made -um- (well, mag-; for reasons which are unclear to me, this verb prefers mag-) and -in only worry about thematic role. This is of course not true. Andrea Rackowski has a very nice thesis which shows that it more accurately agrees with case. I mention it, then promptly ignore it, because it’s convenient, and because this is only a course paper.
I do think I have *something* in what I’m saying. I do think that the voicing introduces arguments. I think it makes a lot of sense, and that it might also work for other languages with this sort of voicing system. I would love to see it work on Malagasy . . . there’ve been syntactic analyses (as with Tagalog) but I’m curious to see how it works if you look at it through the semantics.
I even take into account whether things are prefixes or suffixes (the famous problem you saw in your first OT assignment, with Tagalog -um- infixation? I’m calling it a prefix, cause it almost is). That’s sort of nice; I was initially not bothering to take that into consideration, and trying to call them *all* prefixes, or suffixes, whichever: it didn’t work well.
But the problem with introductions and conclusions is — well, what do I say? I don’t have a good enough grasp of the field to be able to place this in context. I might want to tell you, at the beginning, where I’m going to go in general, but that’s alone does not make an introduction. And I’ve a few ideas about what this predicts, but not enough for a conclusion. And my mad bullshit skillz will not help me out here.
Oh well. I’ll write *something*, be joyous, and then amuse myself by reading ultra-directional-wing commentary on Saddam Hussein’s capture. (Yes, it was a good thing. No, I still don’t think the war was justified.)