The Greeks also had a verb (which appears only in comedy, natch) which I first encountered defined as "to shove a radish up the fundament."

Man, English SUCKS.

The Greeks also had a verb (which appears only in comedy, natch) which I first encountered defined as "to shove a radish up the fundament."

Also awesome to know.

I used to make jokes about aubergines, but a radish would no doubt fit better.

I was totally classics day. In 2 hours at the desk in the library, we had 3 classics questions (considering maybe 500 people at the university of 36,000 take classics at any given time, questions are pretty unusual) and then I got to remind Betsy about the Melian Dialogue.

Mullets - the fish, not the haircut - were also used for the same purpose as radishes (punishment for adultery.)

Awwww. Best workday ever, so far. I went down to meet Hec and Matilda outside the main entrance about two hours ago, so we could walk her over to visit her old school and her beloved Teacher Heidy. Heidy, who is a wee little slip of a teacher who looks hardly any bigger than Matilda, picked her up and snuzzled her and Matilda wrapped her arms around Heidy, playing with the hair at the nape of her neck and resting her forehead on Heidy's cheek and looking both content and astonished.

She enjoyed seeing her old classmates, too, but really it was all about Teacher Heidy.

Then we brought her to my new office, and she and Hec got to meet all my nice co-workers, one of whom gave her a sheet of penguin stickers and another a Hula Stitch. Then she got shy; then she fell asleep on Hec's shoulder and didn't wake up until the elevator doors were closing on them both, at which moment she shot up and wailed, "Mommy!" Which was not so good, but the rest of it was utterly delicious.

Also, I've been reassured multiple times that my co-workers Have My Back. Very Young Officemate just got her visa for New Zealand approved, so next Monday is her last day here and her next-to-last day on this continent, and there are extremely ugly rumors that the PTB may want to put me back downstairs. Which, not going. As Geoffrey Tennant would surely have said if he'd ever had to share an office with Rage Nurse and Vengeance Doc, "I'm not mentally equipped for the third floor at the present time."

If anyone attempts to move me, the docs I now work for will surround me and throw up an impregnable wall of territorial ferocity and tenure.

It's nice, feeling liked and safe in my workplace. Strange and unfamiliar, but nice.

If anyone attempts to move me, the docs I now work for will surround me and throw up an impregnable wall of territorial ferocity and tenure.

Oh, that's marvelous, JZ. Good on them. I'm so glad you've found a place where you're appreciated.

and didn't wake up until the elevator doors were closing on them both, at which moment she shot up and wailed, "Mommy!"

She went back to sleep immediately and is still generating ZZZZZs on the couch.

The Greeks also had a verb (which appears only in comedy, natch) which I first encountered defined as "to shove a radish up the fundament."

That's awesome and hilarious.

Now I want scones. Currant or not. I was about to say other dried fruits are acceptable, but I can see where blueberry or strawberry scones are somehow pushing into muffin territory. I love me some cherry-almond scones though.

I can see where blueberry or strawberry scones are somehow pushing into muffin territory.

I would think more sugar in the dough would be needed to push it into muffinhood (and some other stuff to make it less dense). Dried blueberries don't seem outrageous and muffiny compared to currants.

bun and cheese an Easter thing

Not ita, but from what I remember from former boss, M, yes. And it is yummy.

Technically bun and cheese are around all year, but we pretend it's special at Easter. I'd fucking pop a cap in a random ass for some bun and some tinned NZ cheese right now.

My father called me yesterday and was all "So, America won't be observing Easter, then?" Uh, father? Do you remember the part where you raised us godless? I'm not observing Easter. The rest of the country can do what it wills.

Steph, you're obviously too American to understand what heresy dried blueberries are in scones.

Also, it's possible I don't have a leg to stand on wrt that.