Note that I put "Robin" without any definite article, because I was referring to the junior sidekick of Batman, although he also turned up as an item in his own regard during "Teen Titans". It does sound like the sort of onomatopaeic exclamation he'd utter, admittedly, yet we are talking about -
Voles!
| Just so we're clear |
If you are reading this in a Belfast accent and nodding sagely to yourself*, then you, too, have been Googling for "Boojum" and specifying Conrad's hilarious blog by adding in the additional search term "voles". This will bring up a list of indeterminate items, including Belfast burrito bars (yes such things exist) and a scientific paper on "The Sociobiology of Caviomorph Rodents", which is a learned way of saying "Voles Roles".
I think the "Cavio" part of "Caviomorph" is where the slang word "Cavies" comes from in reference to Guinea Pigs**.
And yes, this does have something to do with what follows. There. Just when you were expecting the usual non sequitur!
"Dithyramb"
One of the reasons that Conrad mercifully refrains from more frequent quotations of Greek or Latin is a worried concern that he might be mispronouncing them. Hence I am typing the above, rather than saying it out loud. Is that a long "a" or a short "a"? Is the "b" silent? What of the diphthongs?
"Will this take long?" I hear you ask. "Only, I've got to get my brass hand polished."
SIT BACK DOWN!
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| Brass band. Close enough. |
Okay, a "Dithyramb" is not a subject that you will find Conrad indulging in, as it concerns singing. "A wild choral song of Classical Greek origin" is what it was. In contemporary use it would be a well over-the-top speech in praise of something.
In this case you would be well within your rights to file a positive dithyramb in the Comments section***.
"Cavil"
It means to make a petty or small-minded complaint, and in Hungarian is rendered thus:
szorszalhazogatas. BOOJUM! - educating you one surprising fact at a time!
Cat's Cradle
More of a castle than a cradle, I think you'll admit. Say hello to the cybersecurity system's new docking unit, which might also be called a cat's crenellation, or a feline fur fort. Art?
Secure enough that she never bothered to even dart a disdainful look at your humble scribe, busy taking a photo. The cat igloo will probably get binned, as it is fearfully furry now with Jenny's cast-off and abandoned hairs, of which there are enough to make a second cat.
Conrad 1: Serrano Ham: 0
Those with their wits about them will recall that we at The Mansion were brought a present of a Serrano Ham at Christmas. O noble ham! Phil, my Pub Quiz partner, informed me that he'd one bought one of these back from Spain, at Christmas time. He was still carving hunks off it at Eastertime, and simply stood it on a sideboard in the lounge.
Conrad, given that the cybersecurity system goes potty for meat products, and can climb anywhere, has needed to keep his ham in the fridge. Art?
Conrad finally finished it at lunchtime today, hooray! This has been all his own work, as Wonder Wifey, given the exquisite fragility of her digestive system, could not eat any after Boxing Day.
I hope she's not reading this, either, as that Stilton cheese in the tub above stinks to high heaven. If even Conrad, with about 1% of the nasal function of a human being, thinks this particular fromage is niffy, then it's time on Earth is limited.
Can You See The Seams?
Just for your information, today's blog was begun on this PC, continued on my works PC, picked up on my laptop when my PC went into a sulk, then is being finally completed back on my PC, as the fickle thing decided it loved me after all. Conrad half-expected the time-space continuum to disintegrate under such complicated technical convolutions, but we seem to be fine.
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| I'm sure this chap would have stepped in if things had gone badly wrong |
* Don't worry if you do, because I do it all the time and look where I am.
** It does. I checked.
*** You know, where the COMMENTS all live.
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