hoist with my own petard
Dec. 13th, 2006 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lobelia321Good heavens.
petard, noun. M16.
Hist. 1 A small bomb made of a metal or wooden box filled with powder, used to blow in a door etc. or to make a hole in a wall.
2 A kind of firework that explodes with a sharp report.
hoise, verb, obsolete. pple hoised, hoist. L15. [...]
3 verb trans. Lift and move; remove.
4 verb trans. Raise in degree, quality or price.
Phrases (of pa. pple): hoist with one's own petard [after Shakes. Haml.] blown up by one's own bomb, ruined by one's own devices against others.
Also: Opening one's LJ to find that 45 people (sic!) have replied to one's post about the etiquette of replying to feedback, and now one is obliged to reply to all of those 45 repliers. Ack. Metafandommed!
:-)
Also, I bet you did not know that the verb in the phrase hoist with one's own petard derives from the past participle of that well-known verb to hoise. I, for one, always staunchly believed the hoist to derive from to hoist, and even typed in hoisted by my own petard in the subject line above until learning better by my lovely trusted Concise Oxford.
Thank you, all you voluble LJers for responding so copiously to said post. I will reply! Anon!! Although a comment is not, technically speaking, a feedback so my own strict feedback-replying-etiquette doesn't, strictly speaking, apply. But let us not speak so strictly!
Because, what with the short days and the painful back (now in its third week!), the Black Dog has made a come-back. I haven't seen him around for months but now he's back and making me Depressed. I feel debilitated and dispirited; this morning woke up with back pain and burst into tears in the kitchen when I couldn't bend to pick up the coffee pot. I feel despondent and worthless vis-à-vis my career life. While t'h soars on to ever increasing public success with his new book (voted History Book of the Year by three national periodicals so far, plus he's being courted by Stanford University in California), I seem to be good only for making up lunch bags and assembling t'sons' sports kits for schools. My book is not finished; yesterday I spent almost the whole day re-arranging my Delicious bookmarks in response to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
minervacat's Howto post (linked by isiscolo, and this was solely done in order to escape the fear of having to write my book. Yes, I live in fear of failure, and so I fail.
*hobbles off to sink into gloom and the coma of ibuprofen*
petard, noun. M16.
Hist. 1 A small bomb made of a metal or wooden box filled with powder, used to blow in a door etc. or to make a hole in a wall.
2 A kind of firework that explodes with a sharp report.
hoise, verb, obsolete. pple hoised, hoist. L15. [...]
3 verb trans. Lift and move; remove.
4 verb trans. Raise in degree, quality or price.
Phrases (of pa. pple): hoist with one's own petard [after Shakes. Haml.] blown up by one's own bomb, ruined by one's own devices against others.
Also: Opening one's LJ to find that 45 people (sic!) have replied to one's post about the etiquette of replying to feedback, and now one is obliged to reply to all of those 45 repliers. Ack. Metafandommed!
:-)
Also, I bet you did not know that the verb in the phrase hoist with one's own petard derives from the past participle of that well-known verb to hoise. I, for one, always staunchly believed the hoist to derive from to hoist, and even typed in hoisted by my own petard in the subject line above until learning better by my lovely trusted Concise Oxford.
Thank you, all you voluble LJers for responding so copiously to said post. I will reply! Anon!! Although a comment is not, technically speaking, a feedback so my own strict feedback-replying-etiquette doesn't, strictly speaking, apply. But let us not speak so strictly!
Because, what with the short days and the painful back (now in its third week!), the Black Dog has made a come-back. I haven't seen him around for months but now he's back and making me Depressed. I feel debilitated and dispirited; this morning woke up with back pain and burst into tears in the kitchen when I couldn't bend to pick up the coffee pot. I feel despondent and worthless vis-à-vis my career life. While t'h soars on to ever increasing public success with his new book (voted History Book of the Year by three national periodicals so far, plus he's being courted by Stanford University in California), I seem to be good only for making up lunch bags and assembling t'sons' sports kits for schools. My book is not finished; yesterday I spent almost the whole day re-arranging my Delicious bookmarks in response to
minervacat's Howto post (linked by isiscolo, and this was solely done in order to escape the fear of having to write my book. Yes, I live in fear of failure, and so I fail. *hobbles off to sink into gloom and the coma of ibuprofen*