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Life is Crap

outofcoffeecrapI have drunk what was leftover from yesterday; and my eyes are so heavy, I’m too lazy tired to make fresh.

In my post, Sunday Slap Dash, no one picked up that I was talking about Riesling, but posted Sauvignon Blanc. I was, in fact considering Riesling, then discovered the bottle was fizzy, so I swapped canoes in midstream and ended up using the SV, while still thinking Riesling.

vegndirtywordYesterday, I saw a post where vegan was written as veg*n. Is veg*n a dirty word?

Had me wondering.

Then today I saw ‘vegucated’; our language is growing, hopefully organically.

Not much going on today, posted on all blogs and it only took two mugs of coffee, no penises, testicles nor bacon; I ate the last of that last night, horrendously delicious. Today is black beans and pig bits, the Brazilians call it feijoada (black beans and pig bits).

Work starts today at 2pm and finishes at 7:30. It’s my longest day of the week. Cloro does not like this as she is at home all by herself with an advanced license in mischief and nobody to trip up in the kitchen. When I get home, she transforms into a werekitten (lycanthropy), fangs, claws and energy in all directions. Then at bedtime, because she slept all day, she wants to play…



This Time I have Really Done It

Never before have I let fourdays go without a post.

I really feel as though I have abandoned my poor neglected blog.

This week, like last week, has been chaotic workwise, with split days and students changing their hours. As I said o my mother last Saturday when she rang. “I don’t know whether I am Arthur or Martha.” That was one of her favourite sayings when we were kids. She replied that she was “surprised that at sixty I hadn’t figured that out”; my mother can excel herself sometimes and at nearly 88 has a naughty sense of humour.

However, I can assure you, that I have figured out that dilemma, despite the fact that many people don’t in their lifetimes and as a result lead miserable existences; one would not use the term life here.

I just had a turn. I wrote ‘humor’ instead of ‘humour’ in the above paragraph. I am sorely shocked and thoroughly dismayed. American English has got me. I am showing signs of this malady in my dotage. Is there no hope that this cancer will regress? That my life will be spared this ignominious fate. I must admit that I do use ‘humor’ as a #tag on Twitter, because it gets more results. My mother always said, when I was young, “if I pulled enough faces the wind would change and I would stay like that.” Maybe there is some truth in these old sayings.

The chaos in my world will continue until until New Year. It’s a bad time of the year for English teachers; we suffer for our love of the language. You can’t have love without suffering.

I am late at the keyboard today. I stayed up late last night. It was my opportunity to see Twilight.

Yes, the movie. The one that caused girls’ hearts to flutter.

You see I am not one to rush out and pay a fortune to see the latest films; that’s a fools game.

Now, having seen it, I am glad I didn’t.

I wasn’t impressed, really. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it was a different type of vampire movie and a nice love story combined with the horror genre.

But I certainly don’t consider it one of ‘the’ great movies.

Christopher Lee as Count Dracula

Lycanthropy, I discovered lycanthropy at the age of 13. Yes, that was when I read Bram Stoker’s 1897 novel Dracula.

I became immersed in the world of vampires and werewolves and learned a lot about them. The first Dracula movie I saw was the 1972(?) version with Christopher Lee which will always remain the image and nature of the beast, at least to me.

I traced Dracula’s travels from the Transylvanian Alps to England on a large scale map, I think I was even able to locate within an area where his castle should/would have been.

Vlad Tepes

I have since learned that the book and subsequent films, of which there have been many starting in the days of Bela Lugosi, that actually slandered the the first heroic politician of Romania, Vlad Tepes.

Historic Note:

Fifteenth century Wallachian prince Vlad Tepes is credited with being Dracula, the vampire-count featured in the classic horror story Dracula (1897) written by novelist Bram Stroker. Romanians make no association between the vampire and the historical figure of prince Vlad III, known in his homeland as Vlad Tepes (Vlad the Impaler), prince of Wallachia three times, in 1448, 1456-1462 and 1475. Vlad was known beyond Wallachia’s borders as a feared fighter against the Turks and a ruthless ruler. Notorious for his brutal punishment methods, he gained the name Tepes (impaler) after his favourite form of punishing his enemies – impaling on a wooden stake. The offenders would have to die in agony. Impaling was not unique in Europe. Tepes first cousin, Stephen the Great, is said to have impaled over 2300 Turkish prisoners in 1473.

Source: About Romania

As I result of my late night excess, my eyes feel as though they have rusted. Coffee is not doing its bit this morning.


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