Xander ,'Bring On The Night'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So I'll just cancel that hotel room I booked this morning, hmm?
I intended that to be a sympathetic bitter-fest, but perhaps I was too terse. Was not mocking. Was wishing that I could have a day free of obligation right along with you.
Of course, meteorologists have upgraded the storm to 12 inches, so I may get that day tomorrow...
I like sarameg's definition the best.
So far. It gets harder every day.I'd have already been reprimanded for it.
I like sarameg's definition the best.
But do you understand it?
Huh. Turns out that migraine meds and insomnia meds do not play badly together though I was fairly, um, relaxed right before I fell asleep. And I woke up early early with no Ambien hangover feeling and no rebound headache. Praise the pharms.
This is wonderful. Can I tag?Absolutely.
For all values of "missed" that include having a lengthty AIM discussion on?You know, Lee, now that you mention it... Yeah, there was enticing.
but the blue-painted clansman who lives at the bottom of my brain won't let me forget it.Memory of an elephant, that guy. I've got a relative of his in my brain...
Google is actually my main spellcheck for posting here (when I only want to check a single word).Mine too actually.
If you have more than one adjective modifying the same noun, do they get a comma? As in "a large, above ground vault".
A large, toasty hamburger.
Yeah, I think so....
Half my job is taking messages. It's always so funny to say "Would you like to leave a message?" and have the caller say yes and then wait for a beep.
Oh, lord, yes, -t. I thought I was the only one! There's always the long, long silence, and the bewildered question about the voice mail, to which the increasingly weary answer is "I am the voice mail." You'd think that leaving a message with an actual human would be a novelty, but the caller is almost invariably bewildered and mournful at the prospect.
I intended that to be a sympathetic bitter-fest, but perhaps I was too terse. Was not mocking. Was wishing that I could have a day free of obligation right along with you.
Sorry about that. Pre-interview hysteria.
The nice lady would like a writing sample, so I think I made it to the next round. This is going to take forever.
Of course, meteorologists have upgraded the storm to 12 inches, so I may get that day tomorrow...
I swear to god, I would never leave my house during winter. I would huddle in a fetal position in front of a fire for four months.
As in "a large, above ground vault".
Yes, and you need a hyphen between above and ground.
I thought I was the only one! There's always the long, long silence, and the bewildered question about the voice mail, to which the increasingly weary answer is "I am the voice mail." You'd think that leaving a message with an actual human would be a novelty, but the caller is almost invariably bewildered and mournful at the prospect.
It's like you're right here, answering my phone! Except when they say "Is there voice mail?" I say "there's just me".
Leaving the comma in.
I swear to god, I would never leave my house during winter. I would huddle in a fetal position in front of a fire for four months.
You know, if it weren't for the whole stupid need-to-get-paid deal, I would.