Dr. Walsh ,'Potential'
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.
DJ, I just finished reading this, which helped with my mood. Not even the article itself so much, but all of the stories in the comments.
Shortly after 9/11 Louisiana firemen collected donations and purchsed a firetruck that was given to New York. He was perplexed by the fact that he couldn't find any of the fire fighters from that company. About a week later I learned why. They were already on their way back down to New Orleans to donate the fire truck back to us.
Happy birthday, meara! Happy birthday, Jen!
I'm sorry there is pain at all, ita, but the lack of head pain is definitely of the good.
Poor mac!
Man, I missed billytea and Nilly visitations! I would be annoyed at myself, except that I'm really much too tired to generate that much emotion. Matilda is sitting at my feet happily playing with her rubber snot-sucker and a giant paperclip (yes, we've really gone whole hog with the fancy fancy toys), but she was a demon of wriggling and squirming and vigorous flopping all night long -- slept like a rock from 8:30 until 1, then pummeled Hec and me unmercifully until 5:30. At which point he took her out to the couch for solo pummeling so I could get at least a bit of sleep.
Funny what phrases miss the Buffista International Hivemind.
I'd never heard "up the duff" before but now I kinda love it. And now I want to find out what else the USian contingent of the Hivemind is missing. I can offer up exactly one linguistic oddment: when I was in college, I asked my Greek grandmother what Greek people say when they want to convey what USians mean when they say, "It's Greek to me" and she said that everyone she knew said something that roughly translates into English as "By me it's Chinese."
It's not as dirty-sounding as "up the duff," but it's all I've got.
I think it's just being in Dallas, there's not a lot of sympathy, and I'm hearing a lot of stuff like the post I copied here yesterday.
The fire truck story is much better.
My 8am is running late. And I wasn't. There's no justice in the world, because last night was hella rough and the extra thirty minutes would have been as gold.
Instead I will sit here pointing and flexing my foot to explore this new sensation.
Which leads nicely into one of the greatest Onion articles ever.
And now I want to find out what else the USian contingent of the Hivemind is missing.
You know, I met some Kiwis years ago who used the phrase "cracking the shits" and they seemed amazed that not only had I not heard it, but I couldn't figure it out from the context. And that happened again this summer. It's not obvious what it means! I believe it is similar to being spitting mad. "So and so was really cracking the shits."
I have got to send that tumor article to my pregnant friend!
Cracking the shits just sounds...uncomfortable.
What's wrong with you people? Where did the posting go? And why did I forget to bring in that package to mail to my mother? Dammit.
I was eating my split-the-difference lunch: lean cuisine chili with doritos and a diet coke.