Hey, Sean? I drove through Sarnia on this trip. Tell me I'm not the only one who remembers the Sarnia hand gesture.
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
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.
I was going to say: dictionary. "Literal" is not a word that should be open to interpretation, unless you are literally illiterate.
All polls take complex situations and squash them into boxes of varying fit. But by making the respondent choose among [foo] number of choices, the poll-maker is recording the decision the respondent made, not just the choice she ended up going with.
But by making the respondent choose among [foo] number of choices
Heh. You study computer programming too?
No; I picked up that expression from here. Betsy, specifically, from whom I also picked up "wossname."
Tell me I'm not the only one who remembers the Sarnia hand gesture.
Oh no. You're not. I think of the gesture, and that conversation in general, from time to time. And, if the last visits I made back to Michigan are any indication, there's a few other people who remember the gesture too. I'm pretty sure Joe and I have talked about it from time to time as well.
Betsy, specifically, from whom I also picked up "wossname."
I picked that up from Terry Pratchett.
Hey, Sean? I drove through Sarnia on this trip. Tell me I'm not the only one who remembers the Sarnia hand gesture.
There's a gesture for Sarnia? (My mom's hometown.)
It's a whole thing, brenda. You had to be there.
Okay, you didn't. I could easily recreate the conversation, and probably make it almost as funny as we thought it was at the time, but I can't reproduce the gesture over the Internets.
I was going to say: dictionary. "Literal" is not a word that should be open to interpretation, unless you are literally illiterate.
Well. The Bible's a big darn book. And as Cindy says, some of the stories are pretty much explicitly stories -- but some people could read those as being literally true, while others could read them as being literally stories... I do think it's more complicated than that.
Sean was being goofy, and we mocked. It happened a lot. Almost as much as my goofiness being mocked, in fact. Though not quite.
Bizarrely, I remember not only the hand gesture, but the room where the conversation took place, the cause for the party, the present I brought to the party, the argument I got into at the party, and the pinata that made the party truly special. What was this, twelve years ago? More?