This blogpost is an exercise in crowdsourced randomness. It probably demonstrates the disparate chaos that exists in the collective minds of numerous librarians…or my twitter followers, at least.
I called for one-word suggestions for blog topics. These were the responses I’ve chosen: necropants, hiccups, organisation and beer. Eclectic, to say the least.
Until @snailx mentioned this, I’d never heard of such a thing. Since then I’ve gone on a voyage of discovery through the murky waters of Wikipedia and the dark shoals of various fora. I’ve learned that Necropants (or Nábrókarstafur) are pants made from the skin of a dead man. Apparently, if you steal a coin from a poor widow and place it in the scrotum of the pants, they are said to produce an endless supply of money. Frankly, for me I think they’d only produce an endless supply of nightmares! I’ll stick to conventional fabrics, thanks all the same. Had anyone considered the infection control implications of this practice?
Thanks to @happylibrarykat for this suggestion. These are funny little spasms in the diaphragm that most of us experience to varying degrees in our lives. Some unfortunate people suffer the spasms permanently. I don’t want to talk about that. I love that this was suggested because it allows me to expound on its spelling.
Oh, yes! A common usage controversy! I love this stuff!
According to the Oxford English Dictionary, this word has had an interesting journey through a variety of different spellings:
1500s hicke up, hikup — 1500s–1600s hickop — 1600s hickhop, hecup — 1600s–1700s hiccop — 1600s–1800s hickup, hick-up 1600s-present hiccup AND 1600s-present hiccough.
Even when spelled “hiccough” it is still pronounced hɪkʌp (for those who are familiar with IPA) and hĭk’ŭp (for those who aren’t).
This comes courtesy of @acrystelle. Tonight we met for a tweet-up. Not one of us had beer. I had a glass of Chardonnay. I don’t drink beer. I can’t stand the taste. I used to drink Breó when I worked at Guinness. It was not popular and was discontinued. The general classes of alcohol that I drink include wine, clear spirits (and a few non-clear ones) and cider. I’ll try most things but I’ve ruled out beer, cold whiskey (but I will drink hot whiskey and Irish coffee) and rum…to name just a few.
The final suggestion I’m going to talk about comes from @actorvious. Actually, the suggestions were organisation, order, logistics. I’ve chosen organisation because I have none.
My organisational skills – as they pertain to keeping order – are poor, at best. The truth is, they are diabolical. This is no more apparent than at this very moment as I type this. I have just got home and sat down at my incredibly messy desk after having searched the house high and low for a quick unpick to remove the tulle underskirt from a dress I am going to wear tomorrow night (I have a bustle of my own – baby got back!).
So, as I currently lack the correct tool to do the job quickly, I will now finish this to attend to the arduous task of unpicking two layers of tulle with nought but tiny scissors and kick-ass fingernails.
All that’s left to do now is the Musical Challenge!
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider, sat down beside her
Said: “What’s in the bowl, bitch”