Idiom Du Jour: In Over My Head

I just checked, and the correct expression is deep-seated, rather than deep-seeded.

No doubt the latter expression arises from a combination of folk etymology and phonetic 'laziness' (although, as my Oxford sociolinguistics tutor points out, 'laziness' is a term that should be discouraged, it being critical and often incorrect).

The correct phrase (deep-seated) was first used in it's figurative use in 1847, so it's not terribly old.  However, the word it stems from - seated - is not commonly used these days in the way it's meant when it is referring to something that's ingrained and deeply-rooted (and doubtless this is where the confusion starts to arise).  However, to seat not only implies, well, sitting...it also means that something is situated inside, firmly placed, planted, rooted...

And we come full-circle, both to the botanical and also to the image of something - an object, an idea - well and truly positioned and deposited in a certain locale.

Justification

I feel validated for my deep-seeded fear of swimming in natural bodies of water.



Although I guess this is pretty cool, if you get past the tentacles. And beaks.

Schrödinger

Input: a box, containing a cat, a poison, a small amount of radioactive material, and a Geiger counter.

Output: a simultaneously dead and alive cat.  A zombie cat.

Quantum mechanics are really weird.

It's a Sign

More where this came from here.  Perhaps it's just cheap LOLs.  Oh well.

Obscure 80s Weekly

It appears to be Thursday, so I thought I'd do another one of these 80s compilations.  Mom's off to Ireland (the lucky jerk) for a few weeks (and Dad's heading down to Virginia...WOOO HOME ALONE), so I was thinking Irish-themed would be fitting.  It seems, however, that Ireland in the 1980s was not terribly concerned with making new-wave and euro-pop hits - can't imagine why - so we're really pushing the envelope and scraping the bottom of the barrel.  Simultaneously.  How horrible.  

Thursday brings some lovely shoegaze, can't be bad: My Bloody Valentine - Only Shallow

Okay how about Costello for Friday...still going strong: Elvis Costello - Everyday I Write the Book

Anddd rapidly clutching at straws with Saturday (although the 80s video still looks promising): Enya - Orinoco Flow

Umm this one sort of drags us back to task for Sunday's: Boomtown Rats - Banana Republic

Switching gears to some punk on Monday: Stiff Little Fingers - Tin Soldiers

Oh and here's Tuesday...a real obscure band you won't have heard before: U2 - I Will Follow

Okay I'm totally out.  This has been an unsuccessful endeavor.  Wednesday (this miiight have been filmed in the 80s, yeah?): The Dubliners (fea. The Pogues) - Irish Rover 

Anyway, enjoy it for what it is.  Back on track next week (perhaps).

Edward Woodward

Why has Edward Woodward got so many R's in his name?
     Because otherwise he'd be Edwad Woodwad.

Why has Edward Woodward got so many D's in his name?
     Because otherwise he'd be Ewar Woowar.

Why has Edward Woodward got so many W's in his name?
     Because otherwise he'd be Edard Oodard.

Why has Edward Woodward got so many vowels in his name?
     Because otherwise he'd be Dwrd Wdwrd.

Why has Edward Woodward got so many consonants in his name? 
     Because otherwise he'd be Ea Ooa.

Conclusion: Best. Name. Ever.

Small Talk

I suck at small talk.

...Maybe I'm descended from Neanderthals.