My xanga has not worked properly for two weeks today, and Chris is ignoring my e-mails. You know, the letter Chris sent me (three times — the identical e-mail) seemed so friendly and understanding that I thought we could be friends, but apparently not.
An anonymous commenter on my chatterbox said that xanga was proprietarty. I figured that this was sort of like a Bushism — you know, when Mr. Bush says that quotas “vulcanize” people, or that he wants to get rid of “federal cufflinks.” We all have a lot of fun trying to imagine what Mr. Bush means when he says things like this — it is a popular parlor game around here, and That Man actually has a calendar with a new Bushism for each day, so we can start off our workday with a mind-limbering experience.
For the record, I think “vulcanize” was intended to be “polarize.” My first thought was that he meant work quotas would galvanize people into working harder, but The Empress favors the idea that he meant that hiring quotas would polarize ethnic groups. It was suggested at one point that he was thinking of something that would depress affect — making people like Star Trek Vulcans.
Vulcanizing, in case you are wondering, is an antique method of reparing tires. Rubber, heat, the god Vulcan…
In any case, I assumed that “proprietarty” was something like this. However, Pokey looked it up, and she tells me that lots of technologically savvy people say “proprietarty.” It has nothing to do with being a tart (old word for “prostitute”) or with impropriety (bad behavior). It is rather a variation on “proprietary,” (in computers, the opposite of openly shared, as in software you have to pay for).
I still don’t know what it means to say that xanga is proprietarty, and it does not seem to offer me any clues to repair my broken xanga, but I was fascinated to know of this usage.
So I have knitted not at all this week. I have been working on the quilt. There was choir practice last night (we learned that the Oldest Member, who is an absolute baa-lamb, takes off his hearing aid before rehearsal and puts it in his pocket, which explains some of the things you hear from the tenor section). There has been a lot of weeding to do. My husband lost his mind over the mess in the house, which was a rather time consuming experience for us all. You know. Things get in the way.
But I have been poring over my knitting books in search of suitable small things to knit in the dog days, and I have some possibilities in mind.