Intergalactic Rigamarole

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * RANTS, RAMBLINGS, AND OTHER REPOSITORIES OF RANDOMNESS * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The author retains an artistic license for this journal, and as such may fabulate, exaggerate and discombobulate. The reader is advised to engage his/her own brain in the perusal of these writings. Beware of possible fabrications, alliteration, puns, bad jokes, extreme silliness, and all manner of strange and wonderful words. Enjoy!

Monday, June 19, 2006

How to mull correctly

Current mood: Mullnish (or I would be, had I a cheese sandwich to eat)
Current music: The drone of bagpipes from yonder mystic loch. Nah, not really

Some time ago, whilst idly surfing the Weird Web of Wonders, I found a screensaver based on the book, 'The Deeper Meaning of Liff: A dictionary of things there aren't any words for yet' by the late, great Douglas Adams, and his friend John Lloyd. In case you haven't heard of it, here's a little explanation:

"In life there are many hundreds of common experiences, feelings, situations and even objects which we all know and recognize, but for which no words exist. On the other hand, the world is littered with thousands of spare words which spend their time doing nothing but loafing about on signposts pointing to places. Our job, as we see it, is to get these words down off the signposts and on to the mouths of our babes and sucklings and so on, where they can start earning their keep in everyday conversation and make a more positive contribution to society."

~ Douglas Adams & John Lloyd - Malibu, 1982 ~

In other words, Adams and Lloyd made up funny meanings for place names.

The screensaver shows random entries from the book, some of which are quite amusing. Included below are a few examples that caught my eye:

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The Deeper Meaning of Liff

A dictionary of things there aren't any words for yet

CANNOCK CHASE (n)

In any box of After Eight Mints, there is always a large number of empty envelopes and no more than four or five actual mints. The cannock chase is the process by which, no matter which part of the box you open, you will always extract most of the empty sachets before pinning down an actual mint, or 'cannock'. The cannock chase also occurs with people who put their dead matches back in the matchbox, and then embarrass themselves at parties trying to light cigarettes with three quarters of an inch of charcoal. The term is also used to describe futile attempts to pursue unscrupulous advertising agencies who nick your ideas to sell chocolates with.

Picture taken from http://blog.yam.com/janicelau/archives/2005-09.html

HEWISH (adj)

In a mood to swipe at vegetation with a stick.

PARROG (n)

God knows. Could be some sort of bird, I suppose.

SUTTON AND CHEAM (n)

Sutton and cheam are the kinds of dirt into which all dirt is divided. 'Sutton' is the dark sort that always gets on to light-coloured things, and 'cheam' the light-coloured sort that clings to dark items. Anyone who has ever found Marmite stains on a dress-shirt or seagull goo on a dinner jacket (a) knows all about sutton and cheam, and (b) is going to some very curious dinner parties.

And of course, the meaning of 'liff':

LIFF (n)

A book, the contents of which are totally belied by its cover. For instance, any book the dust jacket of which bears the words, 'This book will change your life'.

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Out of respect and general admiration for Adams' wit and inventiveness, as well as my own predilection for verbal fabulation, I came out with a few definitions of my own. One day I might put them together and get them published in my own book, possibly under the title, 'How to Mull Correctly: The REAL meanings of place names you think you know'. I am open to suggestions for alternative titles. Anyway, without further ado, I am proud to present to you the first few entries of:

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How to Mull Correctly

The REAL meanings of place names you think you know

BRIGHTON AND HOVE (n)

Terms describing two different types of residential area.

Brightons are usually suburban estates and feature identical rows of large, beautiful houses with immaculate front lawns and neat gravel drives. A brighton is a place where everybody wants to live but nobody can, because (1) it is hugely expensive, and (2) the management evicts anyone who: makes any noise louder than the snore of a sleeping mouse; attempts to change his/her letter-box without the approval of the President, Head Committee and all twelve Sub-Committees of the Residents' Association; or re-paints his/her walls in any colour other than magnolia. Stepford is the prime example of a brighton.

Hoves, on the other hand, tend to be urban districts, characterised by grim, grey tower blocks constructed mainly from concrete and graffiti; the surrounding air is often permeated by the smell of incontinent drunks and disinfectant. Trees are conspicuous only by their absence, whereas litter is almost unnoticeable in its ubiquitousness. A hove is generally populated by warring gangs, and by people who would very much like to live somewhere else.

LITTLE SODBURY (n)

Any region in which anything annoying that can happen, does happen. Scientific tests have shown that in such areas, a piece of buttered toast falls to the floor buttered side down 99.99% of the time. The remaining 0.01% of the time, the toast either spontaneously combusts due to aerodynamic friction, or falls through an inexplicable wormhole that suddenly opens up in the floorboards. Also called MURPHYSTOWN (n).

N'DJAMENA (n)

The cheerful, often buxom cook in a country B & B who makes excellent pancakes / flapjacks / waffles, and whom everyone refers to as their "Aunt Jemima" through a mouthful of the aforementioned battercake and sweet, sticky syrup / honey / jam.

ULLSWATER (n)

The precise quantity of water in a nautical vessel that induces one half of its occupants to demand its immediate removal, lest it sinks the boat, whilst the other half retorts that a little bit of water never hurt anybody. Although the term usually refers to water in a small craft, such as a rowing boat, punt, canoe or rubber dinghy, the term may also be applied to cruise ships like the Titanic.

An interesting property of ullswater is that any attempt to remove it results in its mysterious spontaneous regeneration within the confines of the vessel, thus maintaining an equilibrium. If, on the other hand, the amount of water is increased beyond ullswater, the vessel will sink with an embarrassing blooping noise.

Picture taken from http://www.ravenblond.com/DaveGloeckner/images/boat.jpeg

Last, but not least:

MULL (v)

(mulled, mullnering, mulls)

To harass sheep by chasing them round a small field, calling "Here, sheepsie sheepsie sheepsie!" or some other equally ridiculous sobriquet, in the mistaken belief that:

1. Sheep actually come when they're called;
2. Fully grown sheep enjoy frolicking as much as lambs do; and
3. What a sheep wants, more than anything else, is a half-eaten cheese sandwich.

Hence:

mullneration (n) - The act of mullnering
mullner (n) - A person who mulls
mullnish (adj) - Inclined to mull

Also:

Picture taken from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Domestic_sheep

mullnee (n) (pl. mullnees) - A sheep that is being mulled

Examples of usage:

- Joe's favourite pastime in the country is mullnering, which he finds more invigorating than cow tipping but less cruel than shooting.

- Harry always feels particularly mullnish after consuming cheese sandwiches; following a large dose of mature English cheddar, he can mull continuously all afternoon, much to the distress of his reluctant mullnees.

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I hope you enjoyed that. If you have any interesting place names just dying for a definition, or if you would like to make a literary contribution to my collection, feel free to drop me a line!

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Peanuts and pavlovas (strawberry, for preference)

Current mood: Peckish
Current music: Oliver Talkes - as yet unsigned singer/songwriter of beautiful, acoustic folk songs

Yes, yes, all right, so it's been nearly a month since my last entry. Well, I've been busy - I finished my old job in a lab and have just started my new one, which involves absolutely no chemical fumes nastier than those from Tippex, or perhaps ozone from the photocopier. Instead of worrying about what all those organic solvents might do to my health, as an Office Girl I can now look forward to a whole new range of occupational hazards, such as repetitive strain injury, carpal tunnel syndrome, and deep vein thrombosis. Hurray!

Actually the people at work are really nice, and the work does involve some use of my brain, so I shan't complain.

It's often been said that fish is 'brain food', said to contain brain-enhancing 'omega-3 fatty acids', such a term being tossed about casually by the average Health Freak without he/she necessarily knowing what an omega-3 fatty acid actually is. However, have you ever considered whether over-consumption of other foods may induce insanity? Would a banana-eater go bananas, or a nut-muncher go nuts? (If that were true, all squirrels would be crazy.) (Aren't they?) Now there's food for thought.

Be that as it may, your humble correspondent (who rather likes both bananas and nuts, but prefers chocolate) was inspired the other day by a jar of peanut butter. The following lyrics should be sung to the tune of the famous 'Hallelujah' chorus, from Handel's 'Messiah'. I've done my best to follow the structure of the piece accurately, although Handel went a bit wild with the polyphonic lines...

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THE PEANUT BUTTER CHORUS

Peanut butter!
Peanut butter!
Peanut butter, peanut butter
How tasty it is!

Peanut butter!
Peanut butter!
Peanut butter, peanut butter
How tasty it is!

How does it spread on bread, oh so smoothly?
(Peanut butter! Peanut butter! Peanut butter! Peanut butter!)
How does it spread on bread, oh so smoothly?
(Peanut butter! Peanut butter! Peanut butter! Peanut butter!)...


The butter in this jar
Smooth and brown
The butter in this jar is made of nuts, is made of nuts

Which I shall savour now and forever...
(And I shall spread... Forever and ever...)

Spread of spreads
(I'll savour forever, peanut butter, peanut butter!)
And food of foods
(I'll savour forever, peanut butter, peanut butter!)...


Which I shall savour now and forever...
(And I shall spread... Forever and ever...)

Spread of spreads
(I'll savour forever)
And food of foods
(Peanut butter, peanut butter!)
And I shall taste its flavour, forever and ever
(And I shall taste its flavour forever)

Spread of spreads
And food of foods
Spread of spreads
And food of foods
Which I shall savour now and forever

Spread of spreads
(I'll savour forever)
And food of foods
(I'll savour forever)
Peanut butter! Peanut butter! Peanut butter! Peanut butter!
PEA-NUT BUT-TER!

© Aureala 2006

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Hmm, that got a bit repetitive at the end there. Don't blame me; Handel just kept on using the same words over and over again. I'm sure the song will work better if you can actually persuade a (nutty) choir to sing it.


Below is another song whose lyrics I re-wrote, sometime last summer. It's sung to the tune of the 1960s song, 'Downtown', which was written by Tony Hatch, and performed by Petula Clark. The original ditty is about how you should go downtown whenever you're feeling sad and alone, and all the lights and noise and action there is bound to cheer you up - right up to the point where you get mugged, that is. My version, on the other hand, is all about staying in. Well, that's how sensible people should behave when faced with a tropical monsoon that's chucking it down outside...

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INSIDE

When you are sane and it is pouring with rain
You would always go - inside
When it is squally and you ain't got a brolly
I suggest you go - inside
Just listen to the music of the patter of the raindrops
Drinking up a cuppa tea until you hear the rain stop
How can you lose?

The lightning's so bright out there
But you can watch from the window, you don't have to care
So go inside, things'll be great when you're
Inside - no finer place, for sure

Inside - everything's waiting for you

Don't you give in when you are soaked to the skin
Because it's snug and warm - inside
Maybe you know some handy places to go
Where you can dry your clothes - inside
Just savour all the flavour of a strawberry pavlova
Seeing as you'll have to wait until the storm is over
Have a meringue

The lightning's so bright out there
But you can watch from the window, you don't have to care
So go inside, where you can grab a bite
Inside - waiting for you tonight
Inside - you're gonna be all right now

And you may find somebody kind to help you light a fire
Sitting in a cosy room is all that you require
When you are cold

So maybe I'll see you there
We'll watch the storm from the window, we don't have to care
So go inside, things'll be great when you're
Inside - don't wait a minute more
Inside - everything's waiting for you

Inside... Inside... Inside... Inside...

© Aureala 2005

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I'm particularly pleased with the bit about the strawberry pavlova and 'Have a meringue'. If you check out the lyrics of the original you'll see how cunningly it fits in - 'as cunning as a fox what used to be Professor of Cunning at Oxford University but has moved on and is now working for the U.N. at the High Commission of International Cunning Planning', in fact, to quote Baldrick from 'Blackadder'.

Moving swiftly on. Standing on the crowded bus yesterday, I spent a large part of my journey examining the design on an orange bag belonging to a lady reading the paper. Well, I didn't have much choice - it wasn't like I could turn around and look at something else. So there I was, gazing at rows of cute, cheerful, cartoony dogs, and underneath each dog was a little label denoting what breed it is. Turkish Van... Himalayan... Egyptian Mau... Persian... Siamese...

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE. These are all cat names! How can you label dogs with the names of different breeds of cat? That's just wrong! The intrinsic wrongness of it irked me all the way to work. Maybe I'm the only one who notices these things. The designer sure didn't give a toss about checking the facts.

On the train today I spotted a rather odd slogan on the back of someone's orange t-shirt (orange seems to be the colour of the moment). The front of the t-shirt was quite unmemorable - it just featured a large white number, which many sporty t-shirts seem to have - but on the back, in big white capital letters, was the admonition:

DON'T GO CRAZY FOR A SHARP DRESSED BUNNY BOY

Eh? Come again?

I'm not sure if the wearer qualified as 'sharp dressed', since jeans and a t-shirt seem fairly casual to me, and the boy in question just looked like some regular young punk with spiky hair, one earring, a slouch, and an anti-social demeanour. Don't worry, boy, I won't be going crazy for you anytime - in this life or the next!

'Bunny boy' is a bit of a mystery, although if it has anything to do with 'bunny girls' then I suspect rabbits won't really be involved. The image of a waiter in a smart black suit and white shirt - adorned with a pair of bunny ears and a fluffy white tail - drifts across the mind, is labelled 'Disturbing' and filed under 'Do not open again under any circumstances'.

Anyway, I've got more stuff to say, but I've also got to rush off and practise singing the Fauré Requiem with lots of other people, so I shall leave further ramblings for the next post. Adios amigos!