BloPoTi 2

I wrote a post over the weekend musing about name mungings. It started like this...

I was pondering the other how those nasty tabloids in the UK were turning on that poor Susan Boyle, and calling her "SuBo". Apparently this is nasty because it's similar to "sumo". And because they were calling her that whilst saying many other nasty things and sending undercover newspaper employees (I don't think either "reporters" or "journalists" is appropriate) to harass her.

But it got me thinking about doing this to other people. Our PM is JoKey, perhaps not the number one quality you'd search for. The previous deputy PM is MiCul, so I don't think he'd get upset if you called him that. Then there's WiPe - yes we do actually, at the thought of you making a comeback. Round the other way, there's the rugby player PiWee. I wouldn't say it to his face though.

But politicians and sporties are boring. What about my colleagues? (You knew this was coming, didn't you?) We have the best boss ever - he's "a RoHa".


This is nice, because "aroha" means love in Maori. However other names mean other things (mostly they don't have any meaning at all) and it was felt that this was a bit personal. I'm hoping that nobody took offense - it was just a light hearted look at what fell out. But in hindsight I see how people could have taken offense, even if they didn't.

Apologies to all - I'll try to stick to stellar musings and earworms from now on.

Learnings in the hood

Well we are having a mystery potluck party of web two point oh. This was the instigation for starting this blod. We were encouraged to start a blog to record what we were learning through the acid trip that is 23 Things. So I will interrupt my usual blodding to bring you some attempts at blogging.

In the meantime though, do you think any of your colleagues are dreamy? I think that one is, but that's not really what I was thinking of. I was thinking of real dreams. (No not that sort - get your mind out of the gutter.) I had a dream last night that I was walking by a river. I stopped to pick something up and then hit my head on a big branch. It really really hurt and I fell in the river.

Other bizarre dreams in the comments please.

I like big butts and I cannot lie

It's time to go to the doctor. I've got an earworm. That's one of those songs that gets stuck in your head and you can't get rid of. So perhaps a normal doctor isn't the way to go. Which is lucky, because the last doctor I went to was really really crap and I'd have to find a new one.

There are two bad things about having the "I like big butts" song stuck in my head, apart from the usual "oh my god I'm sick of singing this song round and round and round and round and I think I have to bash my head against something hard!" mild type of inconvenience.

Number one is that I don't like the song. It's not the type of song I'd like to be giving favour to, it's just got a catchy tune is all. All up it's not summing up the kind of sentiments I really approve of.

At least I don't think so anyway. Because I only know the first line, and perhaps some of the second line. After that I just know a bit more of the tune, which I fill in with dah-da-dahs.

So yeah this is quite annoying, as you might imagine ... all ... the people ... living life in peace ...

... hmm, yes, you can say I'm a dreamer because that strategy didn't work. I don't think it's possible to manually dislodge an earworm - you just have to wait for it to fade and something else to take it's place. I should be so lucky. Lucky, lucky lucky...

The Night Sky

Isn't the night sky brilliant?

It looks pretty when you look up normally with all those stars. But you miss out on so much looking up at it in town.

I went for a drive this evening out north in to the country a bit. Parked the car. Went for a wander looking up.

It's so incredibly beautiful. And so mind boggling.

We live on a tiny rock and there are so many billlions of stars and galaxies out there.

Sometimes I look up at night and it feels like there's absolutely nothing immediately above up, and I wonder why we don't all fall off.

Naval Gazing

So I'm starting to blog. No I'm not, I'm starting to blod.

Blodding is to blogging what plodding is to running (or "plogging" to those of us in the know). Or maybe not. I just made it up, so I guess I can do as I please.

This is the obligitory navel gazing post explaining the whys and wherefores. Except I'm a little self conscious about my navel so I'd rather we all looked at boats instead. I'm not into boats that much (though young sailors can turn my eye) but it's better than belly.

We're doing this web 2.0 thing at work (actually 23 things) and we're supposed to create a blog so that's my "raisin dettra" here. But though I don't have all that much time and questionable enthusiasm I thought it might be interesting to rattle my dags a bit in this space.

The students better watch out if I get too much involved - I may even begin to understand some of what they're talking about!