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This was a banner day for media consumption by my standards, honestly, because besides listening to an album and reading a book I also watched an hour of children’s television programming because I was exhausted and Farmbaby’s TV time was delayed 2 hours by a power outage (we only noticed the power was off because we tried to turn the TV on!), so I just sat next to her on the couch while she watched Puffin Rock.
Which, if you didn’t know, is an Irish television series about a baby puffin who lives on, as you might guess, a rock. Anyway, the accents are the best part, of course.
I think my very, very favorite thing about the show is how the characters pronounce the words “Shrew Crew” (which is, as you might guess, a group of shrews who live in a burrow together). I cannot, cannot express how amazing those syllables sound in an Irish accent to American ears.
Oh I also met one of the candidates contesting the Democratic primary for NY-19, (currently held by Rep. John Faso, R, total asshole); the guy is a native of Kingston, actually grew up on a farm, and is touring the district in a Winnebago with the aim of making a stop in every town in the district, all 163 of them. He got to watch a bunch of piglet shenanigans, lucky him; he seemed about twenty, to me, and was attended by two lovely young women in pretty dresses, one of whom was engaged to him and also studying to pass the bar, in case you think I’m exaggerating about how young they were. One of the members of the farm’s CSA is very involved with the Democratic party in this county, and knew my sister and her husband would have a lot of good policy questions/concerns to pass along to the guy, so I’m sure that’s why that happened. Also, it was a gorgeous day and the farm is picturesque, and Farmbaby obliged by happening to be in a cute dress and spontaneously deciding she had to Lead The Tour, and obligingly handing everyone flowers and such, which the attending photographer dutifully recorded in ways that are guaranteed to be useful in campaign literature. Which is fine. It was interesting to be involved in; I spent a lot of time carefully being out of the camera’s angle, since I know how that works and also was wearing the single most disreputable pair of jeans known to mankind.
As is my wont when on the farm. Anyhow.
Shrew crew! Shroi croi! It’s unreal. Irish accents are my favorite because they’re so fucking weird.
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This was a banner day for media consumption by my standards, honestly, because besides listening to an album and reading a book I also watched an hour of children’s television programming because I was exhausted and Farmbaby’s TV time was delayed 2 hours by a power outage (we only noticed the power was off because we tried to turn the TV on!), so I just sat next to her on the couch while she watched Puffin Rock.
Which, if you didn’t know, is an Irish television series about a baby puffin who lives on, as you might guess, a rock. Anyway, the accents are the best part, of course.
I think my very, very favorite thing about the show is how the characters pronounce the words “Shrew Crew” (which is, as you might guess, a group of shrews who live in a burrow together). I cannot, cannot express how amazing those syllables sound in an Irish accent to American ears.
Oh I also met one of the candidates contesting the Democratic primary for NY-19, (currently held by Rep. John Faso, R, total asshole); the guy is a native of Kingston, actually grew up on a farm, and is touring the district in a Winnebago with the aim of making a stop in every town in the district, all 163 of them. He got to watch a bunch of piglet shenanigans, lucky him; he seemed about twenty, to me, and was attended by two lovely young women in pretty dresses, one of whom was engaged to him and also studying to pass the bar, in case you think I’m exaggerating about how young they were. One of the members of the farm’s CSA is very involved with the Democratic party in this county, and knew my sister and her husband would have a lot of good policy questions/concerns to pass along to the guy, so I’m sure that’s why that happened. Also, it was a gorgeous day and the farm is picturesque, and Farmbaby obliged by happening to be in a cute dress and spontaneously deciding she had to Lead The Tour, and obligingly handing everyone flowers and such, which the attending photographer dutifully recorded in ways that are guaranteed to be useful in campaign literature. Which is fine. It was interesting to be involved in; I spent a lot of time carefully being out of the camera’s angle, since I know how that works and also was wearing the single most disreputable pair of jeans known to mankind.
As is my wont when on the farm. Anyhow.
Shrew crew! Shroi croi! It’s unreal. Irish accents are my favorite because they’re so fucking weird.
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