Oblite is the vocative singular masculine of the perfect participle of the verb obliviscor, -i, oblitus sum, a verb which takes the genitive.
I just know that somewhere, someone was wondering about this, and as a result of this wonderful medium for sharing information, that unknown individual will sleep better tonight. But I could be wrong …
Today marks the end of an era, with the death of Australian Democrat’s founder Don Chipp. Unhappy with the limited choice offered by the two major political parties, Chippy stated that another option for voters and their dependents would “keep the b*st*rds honest”.
Although his library borrowing records are not available publically, it’s an even-money bet that he would have ensured that in setting his affairs in order he would have made provision to make sure his loans were returned and any outstanding late fines were schmick. Vale, Chippy.
Now here’s a strange thing … just finished reading (and enjoying immensely) Peter Goldsworthy’s Three dog night – which make reference to >Avernus. About half way into Margaret Drabble’s The seven sisters, it occurs to me that there are numerous mentions of Avernus. Is there no limit to the strangeness of literature?
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Dear Barry,
I’d like to apply for the position of Dictator.
I believe that my primary qualification for this position is my forceful, aggressive nature, although I really don’t like to upset anyone. I’m also into the whole group hug thing, but I don’t see this as a barrier to my ability to serve in the position. At the very least, I would be prepared to compromise my ethical standards if there was sufficient financial incentive.
In regard to renumeration, I was not able to access any pay scales that relate to the position. Anecdotal evidence suggests that the average Dictator receives recompense commesurate with their ability to carry out their duties, in line a percentage of the gross national product of their Dictatorship territories. In addition, I am given to understand that further bonuses may be available through grants by various Governmental, commercial and industrial organisations.
You should note that I have had extensive experience in the area of domestic dictatorship, and I am able to supply written statements from my children that I am totally inflexable in the areas of homework, the mandatory consumption of vegitables, and the observance of bedtime curfew hours. Unless I’m actually a bit tired myself, in which case I may retire for the night before the kids. But the veggie thing is not negotiable.
In line with current management philosphies, I do not have any formal qualifications in this area, and am therefore ideally placed to assume the prime executive role.
I would be able to start almost immediately, although I need to give notice at my current position in order to qualify for my pro-rata holiday leave and similar termination benefits.
Please feel free to contact me for further information, although I’d prefer you didn’t phone during office hours as they can be pretty strict about these things around here. I’m also a bit nervous about collecting mail here; I think they might be watching me. Whilst realising that paranoia has traditionally been viewed in a negative light, I firmly believe that in the current corporate climate it is an innate skill that can only prove to be an asset. At least to me, which is really the only important perspective.
Kind regards,
Last week, the jackpot on the (NSW) $2 lottery was AUD$8 million, and was won by a 76 year old man who stated his intention to give it away. This raises a number of important issues, starting with the pertinant question as to why the money wasn’t won by me. For pity’s sake, I even bought tickets in this draw!
Strange though, the television advertising always shows some model-looking type person - never a 76 year old. Also, only the Elated Winner is featured in the said advertising.
If there’s a 1:100,000 chance of winning first prize (not the jackpot - the odds are so small it would not be in the Lottery Office’s interests to tell anyone), to be really honest, the advertising should show 99,999 unhappy people looking tragically disappointed, with the one winner somewhere there in the crowd keeping a low profile so they don’t get hit on by distance relatives, fairweather friends, or scamsters …
At the time of writing, Alexa ranked Unshelved at #1 for Library Humor websites, based on sites linking to it (506 compared to 405 for WLW); although WLW had more site traffic (128, 611 for U; 1,547,560 for WLW).
Coming in at #3 is Librarian Avengers, with Lipstick Librarian following …
Ok, so the last blog entry was a while back. And WLW has missed a few issues. But the good news is that the Other Commitments are nearly finished. This weekend the junk comes out of storage (and hopefully gets put away somewhere in the new Warrior Librarian InHouse Storage Facility), and then things should return to what passes around here as ‘normal’.
Trust me, you don’t want to know what things have to get to for them to be classified as ‘chaotic’. Heck, even I don’t want to know!