High on Work

Everyone in my life, both people who know me and usually see me regularly, and those people who only know me through the computer, are under the impression that I have up and disappeared. 

I imagine that they think I have run off and joined either a coven or a convent (...could go either way), and that I have given up on the material world and am living on a tropical island wearing a skin skirt knitted from the shredded remnants of insurance documents and claim forms, eating palm fronds and trying to make wine from coconut milk. Sadly, this is not the case. Because, y'all, long after you have forgotten about all those grisly road accidents you saw reported on prime news over the festive period, we are still working to compensate them. 

SO, I have been so painfully overwhelmed with insurance work that I have completely lost contact with the world outside of my office, except I have had LOTS of contact with various clients and employees and workplaces that smell vaguely of toner ink and I have never wished more fervently that this thing we call "client confidentiality" did not exist, because if I could tell y'all what I am in the middle of right now, you would laugh until you died. And then you would buy me a box of wine, drill a hole in the top, and insert a straw, and this would be your thoughtful present to me. And I would not even complain if the wine was pink. THAT IS HOW FAR GONE I AM.

I've been working on an entry about all the festivities, I have also been trying really hard to figure out how to edit a video from our New Year's Eve party. This video is hugely entertaining to me, but I think it is maybe a little bit hard to hear, so I thought, "Well, I will just add captions to this video, which will not be hard, and then I will post it on my site and it will continue to be hugely entertaining to me, while only vaguely entertaining to others, but, hey." Only, that sentence there is evidently the height of folly, because "adding captions to mpg" has turned out to be the most complicated endeavor ever attempted by modern man, on par with air traffic control and dismantling a nuclear bomb. My smart ass soul mate suggested I download some App, so, one of these days maybe I will figure it out and then we can all witness the climax of our New Year's festivities.

PS: Would you believe it if I told you that DK and I are two days away from celebrating our first year anniversary? Would you? WOULD YOU?

Happy New Year 2016

 All of us here at DK's residence are, at this very moment, wishing you a very, very happy new year.

On an entirely self-absorbed note, have y'all ever just...gotten a phrase stuck in your head? Like, it is not really a phrase that makes sense at all, but just, like -- I don't know, some words? And you keep thinking them, and they keep popping into your head for no discernible reason, and you really, really wish that you had some excuse to say whatever it is out loud, because it just seems like that would be really, really satisfying?

...Y'all? Hello?

Okay, so maybe this has not happened to you, but it's been happening to me quite a bit lately. And not in the sense of a song stuck in your head, like a few days ago, I couldn't stop singing "Bibi yako mfupi, lakini amezaa kijaana mreefu ametooka waapi?" And spent waaaaaay too many hours silently singing. And when someone says, "Did you just say something under your breath?" you get to say, "Uh, I said 'No, nothing' because y'all it's 8 a.m. and maybe you will end up with medication. Score!

Y’all.  What is going on?  Did I catch something?  Did I catch curse?  Can you catch curse?  Did one of y’all curse me?   Is this DK’s fault?

But, that was before. This is not a song, it is a new phrase, far less literary, but equally pernicious: Participating Eyebrow. These are the words I cannot get out of my head. Participating eyebrow.

This phrase does not make any sense whatsoever, and I would venture to guess that nobody in the history of the world has placed these two words next to each other in such a fashion as to describe an eyebrow as "participating" (in what? conversations?), but I am blazing new trails here. I have also decided that the phrase needs a definition, so I determined that when someone can raise an eyebrow in surprise, or in performing an impersonation of Judge Ian, the "Participating Eyebrow" is the brow that takes part in the action. It's the raising brow. It is the participating eyebrow.

Sadly, I have not had the opportunity to use the phrase, and it's annoying me. I think it would be peculiar to just walk up to someone on the street and say "Participating eyebrow!" but oddly, that is exactly what I feel like doing. I will probably get arrested. Or get medication. 

May you have Happy Participating Eyebrows in 2016.