The Lip · 17 January 2003
Yesterday’s Daily Oliver might seem at a casual glance to be unremarkable, however it marks the first appearance in this long ongoing project of what hereabouts is referred to as ‘the lip’.
(Occasionally, after a rousing session of barking like an idiot at nothing in particular, or a good long slurp-and-dribble from his water bowl, or an attempt at fitting a cat’s head entirely in his maw, Oliver’s lip will end up sort of curled in, tucked back against his teeth, and what is usually a regal if sad face suddenly looks just really funny).
I have debated with Herself about the lip on numerous occasions. Where I find it silly – tending to reach out and clop the dog gently on the side of his muzzle until the lip returns to normal – she enjoys it, finding entertainment and humour in such disfiguration. I respect my girlfriend’s opinion more than anyone else alive, and as such it brings some sadness to note that, after heated discussions on the lip and its value in our life, we have simply agreed to disagree, lipwise.
(The above goes a long way to illustrate that which runs through the mind of a man awash in the bug-and-glitch miasma that is preparing a web application for release).
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