Monday, May 18, 2009

Logo

Alex missed school today - truly, a heavy cold, albeit with exaggerated symptoms.

After lunch:

Alex: I didn't much like the tuna mayo.

Shane: I thought you liked that.

Alex: Well, I do, but I added some raspberries** and it wasn't good.

Shane: Tuna, mayo and raspberries...

Alex: - not good.

Shane: Mm.

He'll be back at school tomorrow, and so I'll not be setting number quiz challenges, justifying jigsawing 'down-time', or contriving logo design work* for an eight year old. I will miss him, though. His singing about not being allowed to play on the Playstation or to watch any more television - all to the tune of Eye of the Tiger, well that was the high point of the day. I believe the term is 'LOL'.

* We support creative endeavour...
** Up to a point.

7 comments:

Meanwhile... said...

< vain attempt to sound convincing >

Lol: WTF? Like, that's so last year, Shane. Sounds like Alex badass pwn3d your luncheon initiative...

< /attempt >

Meanwhile... said...

EDIT: There is nothing worse than grown men attempting to be cool by leaping aboard the doomed vessel that is txtspeak. Except, possibly, when the finest brains a cultural establishment has to offer decide to be collectively cool - as if "cool" were even a relevant concept... [muted rant continues off page]

Queenie said...

No! No! Don't stop there! I need lyrics! What were the words of Alex's singing? I need to know!

Shane said...

'pwn3d'... errrrrrrrrr, nope. That's a new one. To me. If not, to you.

Shane said...

Q - The moment has passed. I would be underselling it were I to try to recreate it. Now, let us pray for more.

../\..

Pat said...

Better than peas and treacle.
The thing about cool- it must be the longest lasting in word ever. No?

Shane said...

Patty Pi Pi - You are correct. For me, 'cool' evokes images from westerns - men on horseback, sauntering along... on a horse. And yet it also brings to mind the day-glo loonies of the high street - with their orangely tinted skin, their implausible nails, their hair of perfection, and the general air of witlessness. Bit odd, that.