At what point does a diary become a journal?
Are all diaries journals or are all journals diaries?
And how does a memoir fit into all this?
If you write enough journals, should you just do an autobiography at that point?

That's what normal people are asking.

I have a question for Trollheart.


Where are youuuuu?

Back now. Major power outage with Virgin Media since yesterday afternoon; they only got it fixed in the last few hours.

As to BP's questions, let's see:

1. A diary and a journal are often the same thing, however not so here, as a diary is generally not meant to be read by anyone but the person who writes it (can't think of what you call that type of person - person who writes - writing person? Writist? It'll come to me). Also in case you were wondering, no, a dairy is something entirely different, and so is a diorama.

2. No

3. It doesn't; there's no room

4. When you become famous; nobody cares otherwise.

Was wondering what was up. was afraid something had happened to Karen or something.

Anyway, glad you're back. :)

If a diary and a journal are often the same thing, then why isn't called "The Journal of Anne Frank"?

Maybe it is. New conspiracy theory?

Is it true that the Irish cook their breakfast in an inch (~ 2.5 mm) of bacon fat (or lard or whatever)? That's eggs, sausages (aka bangers), diced potatoes (aka Potatoes O'Brien) and toast (or bread ... then it become toast) all together in a cast iron skillet. I remember reading it in some Irish cookbook and I couldn't believe the Irish would do something like they had absolutely no concern for cholesterol or anything like that.

I never had that but I do know my mam used to make us fried bread, which is literally what it sounds like - piece of bread face down in the pan cooked in greasy oil. You have not lived till you've tasted fried bread! Yum! Course, you may not live long AFTER you've tasted fried bread, but it is worth it.

I feel that cookbook recipe may have been referring to the old rural cooking. I know skillets were used (my mother didn't have one but on the old farms and such they would all have them) and there was absolutely no concern whatever for such things as cholesterol: most probably couldn't spell it; those who could, likely considered it an English plot to keep us from becoming big and strong. I imagine if my aunt were still alive she might remember such things, but I doubt it's a feature of cooking these days. Maybe over in the West, where time stands still.

Here's a conspiracy for ya; if trash can, why can't everyone else?