hello??

Whoever Aule-and-some-numbers is, I am sorry I didn't answer your iChat invite but I was in the shower. I figure you must be a Tolkien person of some sort, but that's all I know... I can't remember where I have my handle posted anymore, so I can't really narrow it down by that. I'm not averse to discussions with new people, but I am also terrible with away messages.

So I wasn't ignoring you, I'd just wandered off.

In other news, we're going to hang out at Letchworth State Park today for a while, to look at the pretty waterfall and the such. Guess we'll do a little hiking or something too... After that, we're going to some sort of picnic at the house of Dave's Shakespeare professor, who's having a get-together at her place in The Middle Of Nowhere. Dirt road, off a town highway off a county highway off another county highway off a state highway far, far, far from the interstate. I mean, it must take her as long to get to school as it takes Dave to get there.

So... got some batteries for the ancient digital camera, and am picking up some film for the film one, and maybe we'll have us some pretty peeek-chures later. Maybe.

...

On a completely unrelated note, i'm listening to Tony Joe White's Stockholm Blues, and when he says,
"There were ants in the sugar bowl,
weevils in the cornmeal"

I always, always think he's saying,
"There were ants in the sugarbowl,
weasels in the cornmeal"

And it's a really, really funny image. Dave and I have taken to saying that to represent a certain mood. "How you?" "Man, they's weasels in mah cornmeal." "Aw, know whatcha mean. That sucks."

And in case that wasn't enough total irrelevance, I'm going to share another regional-dialect tidbit. I noticed this morning, not for the first time, that I don't say "milk". Dave does. The "i" is clearly present.
Me, I pronounce it "melk" and always have.
Couldn't say why, I just do. That's sort of the only trace of accent I reliably have. My accent shifts abominably depending on who I am speaking to. i'm intolerable overseas. I just sound like a twit, and I can't help it. I was in Ireland two days and I was talking like i was from there, and it was obnoxious. At St. Leonard's I called my mom and she just laughed and laughed at my accent. It faded immediately when I got home, as well. (Unlike the daughter of a family friend, who spent eight months in England and 15 years later hasn't dropped the accent. Ugh.)
I don't know if "melk" counts as an accent, though. i remember thinking it was funny as a child, as I said it, when I first could read and realized there was an "i" there.