No, no, not the band, which I only very vaguely remember from an appearance on Saturday Night Live and some music video they put out. No, this is about fishbones, inspired by a recent post by a friend. But it’s not for the sensitive reader.

That’s right, I am not really allowed to drink alcohol for the next six months or so. I’m taking medication for a long-term problem which, to my surprise, medicine may well be able to cure… my nails may turn out to be normal in six months, we’ll see. So anyway, if we’re out somewhere and you see me without a drink, don’t even bother asking why. I’ve spent half my life hiding the fingernails on my left hand and feeling embarrassed about my feet, and I’d like a chance not to have to do so.

Last night I went to (I think it was) Seong-Gwang temple with Lime and a friend of hers who was celebrating her birthday. Amusingly enough, the friend—a staunch Catholic—was born on the day on which Korea officially celebrates the birth of the Buddha. That’s the day when people go to temples and write their hopes or prayers onto notes, and attach them to fire lanterns which are hung in the courtyard of the temple. The courtyard was lovely, and I was so happy to have been able to come along, though beforehand I’d been feeling a little leery from tiredness. …

You Are 60% Normal (Really Normal) Otherwise known as the normal amount of normal You’re like most people most of the time But you’ve got those quirks that make you endearing You’re unique, yes… but not frighteningly so! How Normal Are You?

Right, scallywags, knaves, buckler-swashers, rumpigs, and wastrels, I ‘ave an announcement to make so ye best shut your booby traps an’ bloody well listen, aye? Marvyn of Smackershackville, a sophisticated bastard indeed, ‘as plugged another stone into ‘is kidney, as it were, by which I mean t’say ‘nother notch has bit added to his scabberd, by which I mean the bugger’s made one more trip round that old bleedin’ blister of a sun who lords it over those of us who are fortunate enough to be let out in the daytime. So raise yer rums and your moons-shine and put …

I saw a few doctors today. The squeamish may not wish to read on…

First, the meme: Your brain: 100% interpersonal, 80% visual, 120% verbal, and 100% mathematical! Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down what kind of thinking you most enjoy doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how interested you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers. My test …