It works!
I had a spontaneous meet-up with a friend tonight, yay! And some ridiculously rich sauce on some chicken, which was really just a delivery system for the sauce, which was delicious. And ridiculous.
Playing word sandwich again. shaky fist toward you-know-who
I wanted to play word sandwich, but I couldn't figure out how to turn off the music, and it annoyed me too much. I now think that's a good thing.
There's a mute button, Vortex.
la, la, la, I can't hear you!
It's basically bottom left, Vortex.
Back from my outing with JZ, juliana, and Perkins.
News flash: We all suck at pool.
Monsieur le Duc etait de beaucoup le plus fort.
The
de
in there means the
beaucoup
should be translated as "by far". And
fort
doesn't necessarily mean strong. To be "le plus fort" at something means "the best." So I'd translate it as "the Duke was by far the best."
Heh. Thanks, megan!
One of my critique partners and I were research geeking in chat today, and I was recounting pretty much everything I've been able to deduce about Wellington and Napoleon's sex lives. We talked about the weirdness of knowing such personal details about the long-dead, and I commented that if there really is an afterlife and I happen across either of those two when I get there, that first meeting is going to be AWK-ward.
the marching band version of "Louie, Louie" for one of his bumbs. It gives me flashbacks to college (we'd play "Johnny B. Goode", just as bad of an arrangement).
...it occurs to me that I have played the pep band/marching band (we didn't march) version of Louie Louie. Does that make me evil? I really think there were worse songs in our repertoire...
News flash: We all suck at pool.
You don't know if I do or not!
Since I refused to play.
That strategy doesn't work anymore.Everyone know you suck - and you care if you don't play