If I knew someone called Vera, I’d always be saying “‘Allo, Vera!” and thinking it was funny.
My plan for today was to identify and label all of my succulents and get them written up in blog posts so I can start keeping better records.
But I’ve spent the last four hours trying to identify just one plant – probably a Haworthia pumila, but it might be something else, or anything else. There’s so much rubbish online that it’s hard to identify even a correctly worded name, and I do mean the name alone, not whether the name is the one used to describe this particular plant. Apparently the name is contested, and it might have been changed recently, and maybe that change hasn’t filtered through to nurseries or people writing plant blogs, or maybe they’re resisting the new name, or maybe there is more than one new name, or I don’t know I don’t know. It looks like internet searches aren’t returning the most authoritative sites about such things, if there are any authoritative sites about such things – which I don’t know, because I can’t find them.
So, screw it.
That’s my reaction to everything lately, once I’ve given up trying. I like saying it: Screw it. Short and snappy.
Another expression I recently learned and like:
Don’t piss in my pocket and tell me it’s raining.
Apparently that’s an Australianism. I’ve never heard anyone say it, which probably means it’s from a different part of the country and outside the idea-catchment areas of city media types. According to the latter part of this post at World Wide Words, it’s an appropriate response when someone is trying to deceive you.