The rain is falling once again, as it seemingly has forever. Exhaustion has set in, and the keys tap reluctantly into action. What to write about this time? Insanity and the common cold? The gigantic challenge of building confidence in reluctant students in mathematics? The supreme disappointment that is the main feature of starting the third season of 'Alias'? The final few episodes of 'The Goodies'? John Dickson Carr? The history of the tin? Well, it can't be the latter, as I know nothing about tins at this time, except that they were presumably at one point made out of tin? Are they even made out of tin now?
It might be time to look into the Phrontistery, that grand collection of disused and rare words. Dipping into 'k', we find the following:
'kenspeckle: easily recognizable or distinguishable',
'kibble: the bucket of a well',
'krobylos: tuft of hair on the top of the head'.
Once again, it's fascinating to see just how many words have fallen out of usage. Were they ever in usage? Would hordes of the fashionably inclined (the superficiality of it all!) be disgusted if they realised they were afflicted with krobyloses? In all likelihood, they would be. Mwahahaha, cackle, et cetera et cetera. Nope, it's not working. No juice from rare words at this point. It might be time to retire for the nigh, and get back to sleeping and unconsciously planning the next few bits of 'Wordspace' or the rewriting of 'The Disappearance'. There's still the sequence of games to be played in the first annual end of the summer holidays tutoring group board games extravaganza party, too.
Oh well, this blog post is curtailed due to exhaustion. We can't win every time.
O.
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