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Thursday, 30 July 2009
Fun fun fun - at the library?

If libraries, in the name of "relevance", become like Starbucks, then where is the Fun Fun Fun in disobeying your father's instructions and sneaking off to the hamburger stand, now? 

I'm fond of the Beach Boys, although their songs bear little relation to my life in cold, rainy London. I heard once that they went a bit weird in later life, and that the songs are supposed to be ironic. Who cares?

Update and lifetime mondegreen alert: until three minutes ago, I thought that the words were "Fun fun fun till your daddy takes your ticket away." The ticket was the decoy, and by confiscating it, the tyrannical pater put paid to any prenuptial probings. But no, the words are "Fun fun fun till your daddy takes the T-bird away."

How different from my own teenage years, when the best we could hope for was a euphemistic coffee. Still, I had fun fun fun till my daddy took my teabag away.

Posted on 07/30/2009 4:36 AM by Mary Jackson
31 Jul 2009
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Monumento Dei Quattro Mori
Or: Fail, Fail, Fail, At Library Google
Or: Cardinal Errors
Or: Spelling Bee Ware
Or: The Four Moor's Last Sigh
Or: Corporal Self-Punishment
Or: The Tenure Of Our Times
Wot's worse than Mondegrinning is posting a faulty recollection.  Not that NER's wise and wooly staff needs this tip, but if Google returns only a few low quality hits for something which seems oh-so-witty, one should consider the possibility that this indicates that one is keeping company with a confederation of dunces. And that one should try, try, and try to come up with the correct search term.  For instance (an idiom less idiotic than Cameron's "instantness" neologism), compare the small number of Google results for "Bohemian colonel" to "Bohemian corporal."  Ditto for "Cardinal Spelling" and "Cardinal Spellman."  Senility is the likely cause for "Robert Louis Gates" rather than "Henry Louis Gates."  -Which killed a Stevenson/Stevie Wonder  Our Man Friday, The Shabbes Goy (tearing, natch, Scott Tissue) follow up - which, of course, and anyway, referenced not Bobby Louis, but Danny Defoe.
Sigh....time to give it rest**; maybe, like Harold Ware, regroup and rethink - or would that be "double-think"?  But before I beat feet, here's the answers for the Little Feet spelling quiz:
I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari
to Tonapah 
And before I set sail after whining on the quay because of the blunder of the word, I should acknowledge that there's no library like a friggin' Fitzgerald to take us lands away - to Livorno* under the Tuscan sun where stands this offensive-to-Muslims (and no doubt as well to Professor Gates) monument:
Well, as they say in your North,
A Reiver Douchebag.
*  Auf English: Leghorn
** See what I mean?...............
Loving It Like It's Amore
When an eel bites your heel,
You feel it's a Moray,
Muslims squeal when forced to kneel
Ala quattro Mori