Super hyper

The writers' group went super-long last night, or rather: hyper-long. For indeed, "super" (from Latin) and "hyper" (from Greek) both mean "over, above" and are Indo-European cousins (cf. Germ. "über") and yet the former has come to mean, in general, "superior" (if I may use a cognate to define it) while the other connotes "excessive." There are exceptions, of course: no one would want to be considered "superannuated" or "supernumerary," for instance, but who doesn't think "hyperspace" is cool?

Anyway, I'm glad I ate dinner first.

But really I logged in to tell you about ( the dreams. )

Multiple things

* I wonder if I should convince my boss to get a review copy of this. It is the classical tradition in operation, after all.

* It's sad about Mr. Rogers.

* I think all of the celebrity-human-shield people and all of the opposing-the-President-is-un-American people should be rounded up and made to fight one another for our amusement. (I also feel that way about many world leaders, of course.)

* Just got some iced coffee. The timing of my afternoon coffee break is frequently mandated by when I have to restart my computer.

* Is there a college somewhere that ISN'T doing "The Vagina Monologues"? (Okay, the schools founded in honor of Oral Roberts and Brigham Young probably aren't, for instance. But still.)

* Why would you name a kid "Oral"?