There are lots of things I don't understand about y'all, but I try not to make it personal or a hate thing.

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I'm partial to a Southern accent, myself.

Well, to me they just sound like home, y'know? At least, the version of the accent my family has does.

Actually, I'm a bit easy for accents, in general.

My fetish seems to be English Northern accents. Mmm...Sean Bean... Mmm...Christopher Eccleston...

t goes to happy place

Let's see, where was I? It's funny, lately I've been feeling more like a Southerner than I have in many years, all without changing my blue-state politics or determination to keep living on the very opposite corner of the country. I think it may have something to do with me losing my dad. It's all very vague and emotional, just a deeper awareness that my roots are in that Alabama red clay, and while that legacy isn't all good, it's by no means all bad, either.

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Hi... taking a paper writing break. I don't know what I'm doing so it's going slowly. I think it may come together though. Here's hoping.

It has been pouring rain all day, bleh. Poor Tom, I just sent him out to the grocery store.

Note to Frank: I am just stopping by here for a break! I'm going off to do work again!

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Hi Nora.

and while that legacy isn't all good, it's by no means all bad, either.

That's exactly it, nobody's legacy is all good, or all bad. I think she was probably ineptly trying to mourn the passing niceties she liked about her (sub?)culture. I get that. I miss niceties--politesse, whatever you want to call it. Men in hats. Stores closed on Sundays. A slower life. A friendlier life.

Blaming "those others" for the passing of time is small-minded at best, and hateful at worst.

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Reasons to rethink my desire to go back into computer tech support:

Support calls from Hell

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I hope that I never need get-my-stuff-out-of-the-condemned-house-before-we-are-evicted~ma again.

But until then, -t, -- as much get-your-stuff-out-of-the-condemned-house-before-you-both-are-evicted~ma as you need!

it was enough to split our neighbor's lovely front yard shade tree in half

Susan, I'm glad no one was hurt and nothing was damaged. Well, other than the tree.

Went out last night against my better judgement, got home at 7am, fell asleep around noon and now I'm making coffee. Swiss almond something or other. Very groggy.

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Accents are funny things. In boot camp, I got told I had a German accent. And while I am from Wisconsin, I don't think all Wisconsinites have German accents, much less myself. It's not like my parents were immigrants with an accent I might have picked up on. Later, I got mistaken for southerner just because of my use of "y'all." It was a word I swore to g-d I'd never use (I was one of those who mistakenly equated southern with dumb, apologies to Susan and Bev and Laura and, well, all the southerners on this board and others who have been my friends over the years), but my use of "you guys" tended to annoy people (for PC reasons) and I finally switched over while I was living in Arizona because it was what was used there and it stuck with me for the following 15 years. I'm back in Wisconsin, now, and the "y'all" has gone by the way, I dusted off the "you guys" and all my California friends tell me I sound like I'm from Wisconsin. One word, people! One word.

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It's the nasal vowels. Daniel, I feel like a tech genius now. Thanks for posting that.

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Support calls from Hell

Those were pretty good, but I was starting to get flashbacks and I had to stop reading.

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It's the nasal vowels

Too right, erika. I think I lost them in the Navy and just couldn't hear it because it was me, y'know? You don't hear yourself the way others hear you. So, yeah, how about them vowels? Urk.

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