I think my education's gone out to lunch

[venta]

Yesterday, I claimed that a Whitby (goth weekend) wasn't a proper Whitby unless you'd been fed dubious jelly off a shared spoon. Over on nalsa's journal I was just declaring that a chemistry lecture simply isn't a chemistry lecture unless you end up with a treacle tin buried in the ceiling.

I'm fond of such yardsticks. Yesterday I treated secutatrix to some of my views on narrative theatre (Shakespeare isn't really Shakespeare unless it has a pantomime camel. A play about 19thC. Russian history isn't to be considered a worthwhile play about 19thC. Russian history unless it has a 6ft tall ginger cat smoking a cigar). She was remarkably tolerant.

However. There are many things in this world for which I do not yet have a reasonable yardstick, so you are invited to knit your own measure of worth:

[Poll #379020]

Thank you. All metrics gratefully appreciated.

Comments

[venta.livejournal.com]

Poot. I was wrong :(

[leathellin.livejournal.com]

I did consider it, but it wouldn't have been nearly as hard to find as a six foot ginger cat.

[wimble.livejournal.com]

If you two want to demonstrate, I'll preserve the documentary evidence?