Wait, the phone said what?!

[active_apathy]

Hello, one and all, and welcome to a New Entry.

We'll start, I think, with the moment yesterday where I managed to spray air freshener directly at my face. And that's really the whole story for that one¹.

So, let's move right along.

This morning, before I left to go to class, I decided to check the weather forecast on my phone². After checking the forecast temperature - a maximum of 20°C - I had a little bit of a look at the supplied weather map. In the top right corner, there was a little logo. The little logo properly looks something like:

weatherzone

...which I somehow misread as:

weatherporn

I'm not quite sure how, though. I shall blame residual tiredness, for it was morning.⁴

And then, there came an exciting trip to class. Except that it wasn't particularly exciting. Still, in what I'm sure was a sequel to the tale of the Lego thief⁶, there was a parent with a smallish child. I was thinking about... something. Possibly EllJaying the bit about weatherporn. Anyway, clearly¹⁰ audible, the child's mother says, and I quote:

"Get off, unless you want to stay with the bus man all day."

I was amused.

Lastly, the writing project previously called the Unnamed Project has a name now, which will be unveiled when I post the next piece of writing for it. Or, for that matter, unveiled if you go and sneakily look at my tags list, but that's a strategy for impatient surprise-destroying meanies.

And that's about it for the moment, mostly owing to an epic crisis in need of immediate resolution - namely, a desperate shortage of tea in the Desk Prefecture. *scampers off to make tea*

1. Unless, of course, you want to know all about how it's a wonderfully effective strategy for making the whole world smell like the flowering plant of your choice for, quite literally, hours afterward.
2. For those who haven't had to live through it, it's been Unseasonally Warm³ for the last week or so. This morning it wasn't terribly warm. Hence, the Checking of the Forecast.
   
3. Unseasonally Warm, so nearly as I can tell, is a nice way of saying "We completely know it's going to be much hotter later, but we still reserve the right to be unhappy and complain about how hot it is now. So there."
4. There's a chance I might henceforth describe all weather maps as being weatherporn.⁵
5. Also, 'weather' is one of those words that looks more odd the more you write it. Weather. Weatherweatherweather. Weatherporn. Weather. NO WONDER THEY INVENTED WORDS LIKE METEOROLOGY AND CLIMATE.
6. The Tale of the Lego Thief⁷ is the source of the incomparable phrase "If you take that out of the shop, ... the police will [come and take] you away. And I'll let them." Which, honestly, so. Much. Win.
   
7. That post, I think, highlights a number of advances in Footnote Technology.^{8, 9}
   
8. Footnote Technology? Footnote Technology?! WTF? Why do I let myself continue to write my entries?
9. There was going to be something to go in an additional footnote here, but I forgot and I really don't want to change all the references in footnote ¹¹.
10. I somehow just typoed that as "cellarly". And then the closing superscript tag for the ¹⁰¹¹ as </sip>. Is my keyboard perhaps trying to tell me something?
11. the ¹⁰¹¹ in footnotes ¹⁰ and ¹¹ doesn't actually reference footnote ¹⁰, and is instead meant to just be the ¹⁰¹¹ all by itself. The ¹¹ in the ¹⁰¹¹ bit does, however, reference footnote ¹¹, and indeed, references footnote ¹¹ every time it appears, except when it appears as ¹¹¹¹, in which case the upper ¹¹¹¹ references footnote ¹¹ whereas the lower ¹¹¹¹ doesn't. This, of course, is because footnote ¹¹ explains just what's going on with all the ¹¹¹¹s (with the ¹¹¹¹ in '¹¹¹¹s' not actually referencing footnote ¹¹).¹²
12. Is there some sort of prize for entangled and confusing recursive self-referential footnotes?
    

Comments

[eighthcloud.livejournal.com]

Weatherporn? Perhaps you're thinking about my party a bit too much?

Also, regarding footnotes. You're crazy. And that's what I like about you.

[matgb]

I can't help reading this entry and thinking of Jasper Fforde's footnoterphone, as used in BookWorld^tm

But there is no way in hell I can figure out what 11 is supposed to be saying...

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Oops; there was a slight problem with it. It's fixed now, though it probably makes no more sense than before.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Weatherporn. Or, rather, weatherporn. There's a chance your floorporn might've had an influence, too.

[eighthcloud.livejournal.com]

Ahh, good ol' floorporn. I have to mop them floors of mine soon. That's one thing I don't like about them. They get SO dirty SO fast!

[fireflyfailure.livejournal.com]

head...spinning...from...footnoteoverload...o.O

XD

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

13. Alas, there is no prize¹² known to exist.

[laurenmitchell.livejournal.com]

Yay for the footnoterphone!

[silmaril.livejournal.com]

I don't know, does knowing you made someone literally half a planet laugh uncontrollably count as a prize?

[ryttu3k.livejournal.com]

...Footnotes...

Our household refers to those big disaster movies like The Day After Tomorrow as weather porn. Anything with wild weather, really.

Heh, wild weather.

"WEATHER GONE WILD! We've got the hottest droughts and coolest blizzards ever! Get blown by one of our intense supercell storms! Our firestorms are so hot it's SMOKING! Our weather will bend over and present their crack of thunder for any Tom, Dick or Hurricane! You won't believe how wild our weather is!"

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Carpet gets dirty just as fast, but it just lives there and doesn't show up.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Oh well. I need no prize. I footnote out of love.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

It's certainly smileworthy, which I think makes it prize enough. :)

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

Sure it's not out of neurotic compulsion?

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Footnote ¹¹ was oddly fun to write. But, yes. Footnotes.

Also, hee! Someone should make little weatherporn stickers and attach them to XTREEM WEATHER movies in ye olde DVD shoppes.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure it's not. Plus, I tend to avoid psychiatric types. I broke my last one.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

I think I might've had a post, once, with more footnotes. I think.

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

This sounds like an interesting story...

[ryttu3k.livejournal.com]

*snicker* Oh, fun.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Owww. Your footnotes! They burn!

Also, weatherporn brings to mind the scene in Sandman where Thor the Thunder god is like "Wanna see my hammer? It gets bigger when you rub it, ho ho." and gets slapped and has a little hangover thunder cloud over his head. I guess you could get all the weather gods together in one big orgy, but who would film it?

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

That's an interesting question. I think it'd probably Bacchus, and even then just for his personal collection.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Not really. Weekly sessions of talking to a psychiatric type for about eight or nine months (about twelve years ago), until he decided that talking to 12-year-old me made him feel rather woefully inadequate.

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

That IS amusing.

I also have no doubts that a 12 year old you would do that.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

It was an accident! I didn't mean to! He was broken when I got there! (etc.)

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

And I'm supposed to believe that? Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.