Good lord, Cindy.
I
want to go over there and yell at the Doctor's office. Idiot people. You should totally bollock them. If she did this to you, who the hell else is she going to do this to? Kick her ass!
Susan, I respect the fact that you're not content to just dismiss the contest thing with a "Oh, clearly it can't be my prose that's at fault" kind of arrogance, but it
does
sound like these contests are very rigidly looking for writing-by-numbers. Bugger that.
"I shall give ye, O Woman, a Man of such sexiness that THOU SHALT NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH YESELF.
I really enjoyed the paean to Bean (who is from Sheffield, only a few miles South of
Barnsley,
where Raq should move), but the YESELF did pull me up short. 'Specially since we still use thee and thy and other archaic forms in Yorkshire dialect, and Mr Bean wouldn't get it mixed up himself. Well, and nor would God, obviously, being God. Although I suppose that, being God, he's entitled to coin whacky new usage if he wants. What with the deity and all. Hmm.
And, since I walked to and up the Acropolis in high-heeled dress shoes that are a bit small
Raq, I'm sorry you're feeling oogy all over, but the above might be my favorite Buffista statement in recent memories. How cool is that--that you get to mention walking up to the frigging Acropolis, the way the rest of us would mention walking to a bus stop? Yeah, yeah, diplomatic life, yada yada still cool cakes.
Good lord, Cindy. I want to go over there and yell at the Doctor's office. Idiot people. You should totally bollock them. If she did this to you, who the hell else is she going to do this to? Kick her ass!
I'm going to call the doctor this morning, and ask to speak to him about all this. I understand what happened while we were in the office. I knew it something physical was going on, but Chris was mostly acting freaked out, and neither the doctor or nurse were in the exam room with us when it began. So they were just treating him as a freaked out child--they gave him a popsicle and everything. If I'd been able to articulate everything that was going through my mind to either dh, or the doctor, we'd have just stayed a few minutes so they could observe Chris, and everything would have been addressed in a timely manner.
What we were trying to do was to get Chris calmed down, so Ben could take him to the waiting room, and dh and I could have a moment to talk to the doctor about some developmental issues.
But yeah. Once I got home, called them, and told the office worker he was red, and had hives, that's where I have a real problem with what happened. My doctor also made a mistake, but an understandable one, I think, given the general confusion, and that Chris's symptoms were not so evident while we were still in office.
'Specially since we still use thee and thy and other archaic forms in Yorkshire dialect
You do? All right, that's just neat. Although 'yeself' is just funny. Would it be
thine self?
Otherwise I can't make sense of the disconnect between past performance and current results.
Susan, I wonder also if it's beacuse it's August. I find that job searches (especially in academia) are slower because several people have to review resumes, etc., and they are usually on vacation on different weeks.
God, everything happens so slowly in academia.
Cindy- OMGWTF. I am glad that Chris is OK. I hope you are OK soon. Hopefully talking to the doctor will help.
You do? All right, that's just neat. Although 'yeself' is just funny. Would it be thine self?
Yeah, or thyself. Although round here people pronounce it "thi' sen", nowadays.
...it strikes me that ye is probably supposed to be thee, isn't it? The
y
is supposed to be the Anglo Saxon lettor thorn, pronounced "th". As in "Ye Olde Shoppe". Huh.
...it strikes me that ye is probably supposed to be thee, isn't it? The y is supposed to be the Anglo Saxon lettor thorn, pronounced "th". As in "Ye Olde Shoppe". Huh.
Ye Olde... is definitely "the," but ye as in "I give ye Sean Bean" is, IIRC, the plural of you or thee.
Ye Olde Thisse and Thatte gets up my nose so fucking bad -- thanks so much for reminding me about it, Fay, since now I can remember to include it in the Fake Old English Shitte People Need to STOP DOING rant portion of the dialect class this weekend.
Now I want to come across a store called Fake Olde English Shitte.
Stephanie! How are you? How is the beautiful Ellie? Haven't posted with you for a while, it seems...
Many Happy Returns of the Day, Aimee!
