What *is* the plural of Walrus?
This was a conversation I found myself having Friday afternoon after being asked to draw a graph of my week on a sheet of paper, days being the independent variable (time-limited) along the x-axis and my mood being dependent, indicated on the y-axis. Interestingly, on being asked that question, I had to instantly go back and amend my graph because in all honesty it was the best thing that had happened to me all week.
We agreed that “walruses” is boring and shame was poured on one contributor’s head for adding a superfluous apostrophe to make it “walruse’s” on the whiteboard (also prompting the question, “what’s a walruse and what stuff would it possess?“).
Walrice didn’t survive the screening process but walri? That felt closer to the mark.
What if we added an extra vowel? What if we doubled that shit right up?
Walrii. yes, my friends, that feels so much more comfortable on the tongue.
Being Scottish, I staunchly defended the possibility of an ancient, Caledonian flavour – hundreds of walrae, their sleek, heavy-set bodies crowding the rocky shores – but it was summarily rejected by the harsh, Southern tones of my English companions.
But what else has been happening?
well, Lisa bought me Dragon Age 2, which is beautiful and strong and mighty and true. I want to play a bit more before I do a full write-up of it because it deserves the attention, but to summarise it corrects most of the things that put me off the first one and is lots and lots of fun to play. I should really just set up a standing order with Electronic Arts for any and all future Bioware releases, is what I’m saying.
I also really, really need to play the new Mass Effect 2 DLC because it is IMPORTANT but sadly the world feels that real things are more important and I should prioritise them above it.
Speaking of the not-real, though, it isn’t long until Eastercon. On a whim I emailed the people organising the Firefly live Roleplay and now I have to think of a name and a character. I’ll do that later on tonight, I think.
Oh, Limitless. It’s quite fun, although it feels like the director and cinematographer kept nipping out for cigarettes leaving the film in the hands of a deranged editor who kept splicing odd bits back in. There’s a lot of extra stuff that could have been trimmed out, and the movie would still have maintained the slightly otherworldly, trippy feel that shifts back and forward as the main character’s perception changes.
Mind you, it probably would have ended up ten minutes too short for general release – it’s kind of like Carrie in that respect – even King admits to having padded it out a bit to keep the publishers happy.