Saturday, February 04, 2006

post the forty-eighth

Sometimes I find myself straining to think of something clever to post here. I suppose not everything has to be witty and clever. The fact is that recently, funny things just haven't been happening to me like they used to. Not so much with profound things, either. We can't all always be heroes, I suppose. Oh well.

That's not to say that things haven't been good recently, because they have been. This has been a good week. A good week. Definitely a better week than I would have envisioned it being from the standpoint of a week ago. (That made sense in my head, I promise.) It's just that it hasn't been the typically bizarre week that most of my life has been.

My roommate is talking with his dad on the phone about math, and he keeps messing up the word "matrix." The plural, of course, is "matrices," and so he keeps backwards-extrapolating it to "matrice," and it's starting to bother me. Also, it bothers me that I can't remember the proper term for what I'm doing, but I assume Petra will correct me about it soon enough.

6 comments:

Stream of Consciousness said...

Rambling?
Babbling?
Burbling?

Petra said...

For what you're doing or for what he's doing? He's using backformation. You, on the other hand, are...well, I don't know what you're doing.

Anonymous said...

Yes, I do find hotdogs quite joyous. Thank you for asking!

Tolkien Boy said...

Major props for recognizing backformation, however. I think *every* word should be backformed.

Then, perhaps, we'd have peace.

Petra said...

Dear Tolkien Boy,

I backformed your mom last night.

Dear Optimistic,

Sorry for having a side conversation on your blog.

Squirrel Boy said...

Tolkien Boy: I think you mean "backformated."