sea_enemas epitome of incomprehensibility I'm helping proofread a travel magazine. One article, enthusiastically written but very unedited, was telling me all these exciting things about a mini-submarine trip to see coral reef. I nodded, correcting the odd comma here and there, until I came across the line "coral, and enemas protecting the (something-or-other) little fish..." I laughed myself into a coughing fit (e_o_i has a cold again) and looked up what "enema" actually meant. I'd thought they were simply anything stuck up one's butt at a hospital, say if you needed a particular intestinal bacteria culture, etc., but it's specifically a liquid to induce shitting. Rather miserable, that, especially since you'd have to have sluggish insides for a miserable reason like being bedridden for too long, or paralyzed, or having just had surgery - they wouldn't do it for run-of-the-mill constipation - but when I went back to the travel magazine with the enemas protecting all the little fish, I couldn't help being not-serious. Oh, and before that, there were restaurants opining their doors. And people sitting snuggly in submarine seats (I almost felt bad about correcting that one; "snuggly" looks better than "snugly," does it not?) 141019 ... e_o_i Ah. Good memories. See also the_perks_of_proofreading. That day I was feeling really awful, though. I didn't just have a sniffle, I also had a fever and headache and I'd been awake all night before. I walked downstairs around noon only to hear about the shooting murder on Parliament Hill. It sounds awful, but that sort of motivated me to work, since something worse was going on in the world than inside my body. It didn't make me happy, of course, just more motivated (does that make sense?) but then when I got started it was still a weary plod, my head aching from staring at the computer screen. Sickness, deadlines, and violent death: not fun. And THEN came the phrase "sea enemas," and the restaurant "opining" its doors. Comic relief to the foreground. 160205 what's it to you? who go blather from