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Today's post is completely disjointed and trivial so don't bother reading any further if you're looking for depth.


The forecast is for temperatures to go up to 35 degrees Celsius today. For those of you still stuck in the thermodynamic dark ages, that's about 95 degrees Fahrenheit. It may be "hot in herre" but I'm not taking off all my clothes, I'll save that for the staff Christmas party. Note to Nelly and Christina: the extra "r" in your respective song titles just comes across as illiteracy.

Moving right along…

Despite the fact that I know doodly-squat about website design and HTML, I have been playing around with this blog's template to try and bring some pizazz into it - but it's a slow, hesitant process when you're operating in complete ignorance. I'd thought about adding a "tag" box but those things seem to slow page loading time down considerably…and I wouldn't want my one reader in Pittsburgh to get frustrated and go somewhere else.


Here's a word you don't hear very often: Frass. It's the official word for insect excrement. Look it up if you don't believe me. It's a useful word when in polite company:

"Goodness Marjorie, your canapés taste just like peach-flavoured frass"

Or for poetry recitals:

Beth was a fine looking lass
who was badly in need of some class
When she wanted to eat
She'd squat by her feet
and munch little pieces of frass.

(what did you expect for spur of the moment poetry? ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas?)