Even though the hand-in-cap etymology is from betting on fixed horseraces, not begging?

Anyway, I totally grok that associations go "ouch" regardless of etymology (and for that matter, etymology as an explanation for anything is usually crap, but that's a whole other rant). I'm javachik in choice of "uses a wheelchair" but do smack me down whenever I'm being a clueless tool.

I'm so glad you said this, Jesse. Otherwise I would've utterly forgot that this pay period's bills-that-still-must-be-mailed are sitting in my purse.

Happy to help!

I do love seeing my works-in-publishing friend. Free books!

I'm etymology's bitch. So while I understand it might sting it goes in the same box as "niggardly." It's just easier for me to tell mine own to get over it.

Bottom Line Personal has found me, and they tell me that if a teenager is gainfully employed and contributes the $4K max into a Roth IRA between 16 and 21, that's over $2m of tax free money at age 65.

Now *that* makes me feel old.

ER turned out to be better than nothing. It's only now I'm needing to turn to meds in hand to treat another one. Just have to make sure I say sensical.

New discovery from watching VH-1's I Love the 80s 3-D: Avery Brooks is perhaps the only man alive who can dress like the Joker and still look intimidating without benefit of clown makeup.

Wasn't that the one dubbed Cock Ring Ken?

I remember that! In college we ran across in in a late-bored troll of Walmart. I didn't even know what a cock ring was until then. My friend shrieked the title out. Ah, the toy aisle and college students.

I had other stuff, but it was buried under MY FUCKING ONE FUCKING YEAR FUCKING OLD FUCKING A/C decided to quit cooling sometime today. FUCK.

I put a call in and a very nice gentleman named Francisco just stopped by to change the filter and recharge the freon. ONE FUCKING YEAR.

It better FUCKING WORK.

I did lose the old futon mattress tonight. I swear, a day can't just be good lately. There's got to be some sort of payback.

< smallest> I think it is working.

It BETTER FUCKING WORK.

Or maybe not. Can't tell yet.

I have to say, it is lovely sitting here on my front porch right now -- nice breeze, happy puppy playing in the yard (translation: puppy is digging up my garden and I'm pretending not to see her)

Hey Sparky!

It was, indeed, lovely out tonight. We spent a couple of hours in the park with no fear of heat stroke. verra niiiice.

This weekend's workshop is "Polite in the Park." Did you see the email?

Oh sara. Seriously? I'm sorry.