But no ones or twos.
Or, like this post, half an appreciation of nifty stuff and half a peeve.
The nifty stuff, first:
Medieval Dice with No 1 or 2 Found on Street in Norway. Dice are really old tech, as it were, and crooked dice of one sort or another are almost equally old. When Og and Ugh were casting knucklebones to pass the time in their Paleolithic cave, it probably wasn’t long before Og figured out that if he shaved down one side of his favorite knucklebone just so, he could up his chances of winning by enough to end up the possessor of Ugh’s best flint hand-axe before Ugh caught on.
Now, the peeve:
The article isn’t actually about finding dice. It’s about finding a die, singular. That’s how it goes: One die, two (or more) dice.
It’s a common error, but one expects better of a science blog. I blame LiveScience.com for the error, because when I followed their link to the source article at Norsk institutt for kulturminneforskning, and clicked on their link to get the text in Norsk bokmål, I saw that the caption for the picture of the crooked die used the singular terning, as would be proper, rather than the plural terningen. (The article itself speaks of dice, plural and die, singular, depending upon context.)
One of my favorite folk songs is “Katy Cruel,” a cheerful ditty from the point of view of a young lady who has run completely out of [bleeps] to give:
Our Ms. Cruel comes from a distinguished (or maybe the right word is “notorious”) folkloric lineage.
There’s the Cruel Mother:
And the Cruel Father:
(Sorry, no video link here, just audio on the web page. But he’s cruel, believe me.)
The Cruel Sister:
And the Cruel Brother:
Hell, if I had a family like that, I’d leave town and take to drink, too.
A couple of scenes from the Lancaster NH March For Our Lives (let it be noted that Lancaster, while the county seat for Coös County, only has a population of 3,507):
“More Bears, Less Arms’
“What Can You Hunt With an AR-15?”
Be it noted: I’m not against guns. Hell, I’m from Texas; my Daddy owned guns. And I live in a part of New Hampshire where the question “Got your deer yet?” isn’t an invitation to an act of performative masculinity, it’s a serious inquiry into the state of somebody’s winter larder. Fifty or sixty pounds of venison in the freezer is a not-inconsiderable number of meals you don’t have to pay for at the local grocery. If you want to shoot a deer with a proper deer rifle during the proper hunting season while in the possession of a proper hunting license, I’m right there with you, and if you’ve got any venison to give away, I’ll happily take some and eat it with pleasure.
It’s gun violence that I’m not in favor of.
Here’s Forbes Magazine – which really ought to know better – in the midst of an otherwise unexceptional article about the impact of the mega-success of Black Panther on the movie industry’s current reliance on producing a year-round series of blockbusters:
This is an entire pre-summer slate of would-be event movies getting steamrolled by one very big tentpole.
Squint a little with your mind’s eye, if you can, and try to picture what would you would be seeing, if this were a literal image.
Right. You’ve got a chalkboard getting squished by a support pole (I’ll even make it easier for you by assuming a circus-tent-sized wooden mast, rather than a flimsy aluminum pup-tent sort of thing) attached in some fashion to a piece of heavy road equipment. Which puts us squarely in Toon Town, if it puts us any place at all.
The moral of the story, if there is one: If you’re going to commit metaphor, for goodness’s sake take moment to visualize the whole thing first
I’ll admit to a certain amount of partisan rooting interest, here, since the No Story Is Sacred crew are, in fact, my own offspring:
But where I am, in far northern New Hampshire, it’s snowing. Again.
We’re under a winter storm warning until 2AM, and it’s been snowing with steady determination since mid-morning. And even after the storm warning has passed, the weather forecast is still calling for snow every day until the weekend.
To which I can only say, “Enough, already!”
This is the sort of weather that takes all of my get-up-and-go and stuffs it into a sack and throws it into a snowbank.
But I have editing jobs to work on, so once more into the breach . . . .
Found elsewhere on the web: Winnie-the-Pooh Noir.
Meanwhile, it’s domain-renewal time again for the Doyle and Macdonald web site, where there can be found links to all sorts of things, including sample chapters from most of our novels and a contact link for our agent, plus a lot of other stuff. Donations toward its upkeep – because web hosting doesn’t come for free – can be made via the Buy Me a Coffee link in the sidebar here.
What’s happening this weekend on March 3 is that my spouse and co-author, Jim Macdonald, is going to be doing his stage magic at the Vermont Winter Faire in Essex Junction, Vermont. This is an indoor faire, being held at the Champlain Valley Exposition event center.
Once again, he’ll be doing walkaround magic all day; this time, he’ll also be doing a stage performance at 2:30 PM.
If you’re in the area, come by and give him (and all the other vendors and performers) a look!