Fifty things on my mind

For those new to the program, occasionally when I haven't nailed down a blather topic and don't feel like just posting I've got nothing, I'll do a fifty list.

Fifty what, exactly?

I don't know. Whatever comes out. Can't say I ever have it planned before I start typing. Sometimes I'll give myself a vague subject, but today I'm just going with the first thing that comes into my head. And then the second thing. And then the third thing.

Well, I suppose that you'd figured that out already. I guess I should start, then.

Any time, Dee.

Ok, here goes. Fifty things on my mind. And I hope that there really are fifty things on my mind...

1. This computer is sooo sloow.
2. I hate that I'm stopping in at work on my way home just to prepare for a stupidly early booking tomorrow.
3. Is it wrong that I'm in my forties but I still love that my flash drive is shaped like a crocodile?
4. I like cats.
5. I'm allergic to cats. The universe sniggers.
6. I originally typed carts instead of cats. Should have left it and kept my two fans wondering what kind of carts I liked. Or that I'm allergic to.
7. Should I have turkey for lunch again, or should I save it for the rest of the week?
8. I'm currently rather glad that I don't live in Calgary, what with the power outage. Actually, I'm generally glad that I don't live in Calgary.
9. Kinda hate this bra.
10. I don't hear any pounding upstairs. The kittens must be asleep.
11. Are fish ever more than decor? I mean, can a person have feelings for a fish? I certainly don't.
12. Would really like to get Surfin' Bird out of my head this morning. Here, why don't you have it instead?
13. Ok, that video was stupidly awesome.
14. Should I have turkey for supper tonight, or pizza? Probably pizza. Gotta avoid turkey fatigue.
15. Maybe I should make my own pizza. That'd be good.
16. I hope the highway isn't too busy. I'm not feeling too creative with my swear words today.
17. Yeah, I swear in the car. Harmless, except when I have a passenger. Then it's embarrassing or funny, depending who's along.
18. Email or e-mail? Email when texting, I think, but e-mail when you're being formal.
19. I can't believe that's an issue in my life.
20. In my life. That could be an earworm for a while.
21. I think that my brain radio is stuck in the sixties today. I'm ok with that.
22. Should I be paid for always keeping the work twitter feed on in the background on Dad's computer? Nah, I don't mind.
23. It's weird that we do so much of our work with twitter, though. I may have mentioned that once or twice.
24. I've probably mentioned most things once or twice or twenty times. Gotta love/loathe long-time blogging.
25. Twenty-five. Half way there! Sigh, only half way there. Keep draining the brain, Dee.
26. Is it odd that I've come to think of myself as Dee a lot of the time now, rather than by my actual name (which, of course, is Dimenhydrinate). I mean, people used to call me Dee in university, but should I be thinking of myself that way?
27. How many of you just looked up dimenhydrinate? Of course that's not my name. It's really Diatomite.
28. Did you seriously just look that up too?
29. I like traffic lights. It's an incredibly stupid Monty Python song, and it's how I can often get rid of earworms. Not linking to this one; you can find it yourselves.
30. I once read a Stephen Fry book that was entirely devoid of semicolons. He used commas for everything. Everything. Drove me frigging nuts.
31. I'm told that's more of a putt than a drive.
32. I don't consider myself a grammar granny, but the misuse of unique bugs the crap out of me. Loose instead of lose comes a close second. Learn your language, people.
33. I haven't been updating my reading shelf on the sidebar lately, but I recently reread A Shropshire Lad. Here it is through Project Gutenberg, and worth a look if you're not familiar. One of my all-time favourites. Apparent simplicity that hides a lot of skill and thought. My favourite poem? Probably Terence, this is stupid stuff... I used to be able to recite it from memory, but it fell out of my head at some point.
34. Just read the introduction supplied with that Gutenberg edition. Man, was that flowery horsecrap. And I hate when academic writers use One instead of You. French has On, yes, but using One in English is just pretentious.
35. In real life I would have said horseshit instead of horsecrap. I have juuust enough of a linguistics background (yeah, I did take some linguistics in university. Doesn't everyone with a zoology degree?) to be dangerous in my thoughts about language usage. Swearwords only are offensive if you let yourself be offended by them, really.
36. And if that last has you wondering, I try to keep it less blue here on the blog because I know that my two fans come from many different backgrounds and likely don't agree with all of my language opinions.
37. My two fans, by the way, is a joke to and for me. I know that I have more than two fans. Three, even.
38. I still don't hear any thumping upstairs. That's kind of suspicious.
39. Why is it that so often when I type the it comes out teh?
40. I should have lunch. But there's still ten to go...
41. Still enjoying my rolling ring, if anyone wondered. It feels weird to have it on today, though. I don't usually bother with jewellery at Dad's place.
42. And now we've reached the answer to life, the universe, and everything.
43. Back to language for a second. Do you use the Oxford comma like I did above? Look it up if you don't know. I'm done linking.
44. Ebola. Yes, it's very serious. But why are so many North Americans worrying about ebola and then not bothering to get a flu shot? The "plain old" flu kills way more people here.
45. And don't get me started on the anti-vaccination crowd. I'll just say read some science, people, and leave it at that.
46. I hate it when I find typos in old posts. I'll probably find some here tomorrow, but I don't have much time to proof today.
47. My wrist is starting to hurt. Just a few more, wrist.
48. There was a thump. Sounds like a Dad thump rather than a cat thump though.
49. I'm going to change this list thing to twenty things instead of fifty, I think.
50. Maybe my name is really Dysmorphia? No, that doesn't seem right.

Aaand... done. Does it make sense? Don't know, don't care, not rereading until tomorrow. Happy lunch, everyone.



Would that be Canadian lunch or American lunch, I wonder?