the phoenix dancing.

This is from Terry Pratchett's Carpe Jugulum.

'I used to watch them as a kid. My granny told me about 'em. Some cold nights you see them dancin' in the sky over the Hub, burnin' green and gold. . .'
'Oh, you mean the aurora coriolis,' said Oats, trying to make his voice sound matter of fact. 'But actually that's caused by magic particles hitting the-'
'Dunno what it's caused by,' said Granny sharply, 'but what it is is the phoenix dancin'.'

Thankyou, Pterry, for this infinitely useful catchphrase for anything that, in being overanalysed and deconstructed in order to explain this, that and the other, remains itself.

ho di hum

I'm creeping back - doing more like one post a day now than three. I'm not sure if I'm going to ramp up again, or whether that's the 'right' pace for now. (New entries get listed in the order they came about post, if you're confused).

During the little break, I've been linking this here and there - I've yet to try and engage with anyone else who's doing the same sort of writing, but it's a start. I would like to not be defensive or secretive about the odd things I do with little rectangles of card, kthnxhai.