Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
I made Britt a copy of Kish Kash. Her favorite song on it (well, more like the only one she liked, probably) is 'the meow meow song', which I needed to be told is 'Plug It In'. It does sort of sound like meowing. Now I hear it every time. It makes it feel more fun; the riff during the chorus is a little menacing, sort of amped-up scary-dystopian-movie, so it's nice to have it tempered by some kittens.
It might not be a totally good thing that my first thoughts on reading, in a message from the university administration, that 'NOVEMBER HAS BEEN DECLARED A MONTH OF CARING AND KINDNESS', were: fuck that shit.
But, I mean, come on, really.
Or perhaps it's 'afraid to succeed'. Either way, I don't understand it at all. There are so many idiomatic phrases like that that I just can't fathom once I try for a moment.
I don't think I've ever understood the explanation (of failure, especially failure of talented or capable people) that some people are 'afraid of success'.
Dizzee Rascal just made a kung fu noise. Then he said yee-haw.
Things are not going well. They were going so well yesterday.
Boy, you act like I need ya / can't get with amnesia
From Geoff, a phrase I must record for posterity, regarding The West Wing: 'the pornography of competency'. Oh yes.