Oh, I'd forgotten. One of the comments about my mother says she once told someone they were too old to be in graduate school. Given that I remember that she herself finished graduate school in her mid-30s, I find it unlikely -- particularly since I also remember good friends of hers who were still working on their dissertations in their late 40s. I am curious what she actually said that made this person think that.
Oz ,'First Date'
Natter 40: The Nice One
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.
Need my shoes?
Definite possibility.
I could also use your body and that silver dress, since you're lending.
I'm never taking my testicles to Wales now.
If you do, you may come home without them.
So, I was standing in the express lane at WalMart today (god help me) and I saw this poster by the checkout lane and I thought the Buffistas would appreciate it:
In order to better serve our customers,
this lane is reserved for ten items orlessfewer.
The correction was handwritten, if that wasn't clear.
He may not be going to jail, but he's still bent over something.
While the two specific examples I can think of don't bother me as much (as I think Blake and Simpson were both guilty), I'm troubled by this trend of re-trying murder cases in civil courts where the requirements for conviction are so much less rigorous. At some point some innocent person is going to be given an effective life sentence of bankruptcy and ostracism because a murder victim's survivors are wrongly convinced they did it and won't accept a criminal jury's not guilty verdict.
Matt, I have a huge problem with it, as well.
bugs me too
Hee, Eddie! Somewhere, a grammar teacher is getting her wings....
Heh, the Colbert Fan Fic includes this:
"What is that thing?!" screamed Abraham Lincoln.
"Call the Secret Service!" yelled his secretary.
The problem with calling the Secret Service was that in the 1860s, the Secret Service was stuck on horseback, so it was hard to get up the stairs inside the White House. Also, phones hadn't been invented yet!
A silver ramp descended from the time machine, like a graceful eagle. Then a handsome, well-dressed stranger walked down the ramp.
"Don't be afraid," said the handsome, well-dressed stranger. "I've come from the future to help America in its hour of greatest need."