Sheryl, that sounds distressingly like a pron film.

tee hee! It's a They Might Be Giant documentary. Much fun. It came out the summer Tom and I were first dating.

Huh, so the library closed for the whole weekend. Poop. I have a book on hold that will get released Tuesday. Again I say poop.

It also threw off my errand running timetable. Now I am 30 min earlier for the playdate drop-off/lunch.

Anyone know what cant is? I just found out.

Thieves' cant was a secret language (a cant or cryptolect) which was formerly used by thieves, beggars and hustlers of various kinds in Great Britain and to a lesser extent in other English-speaking countries. The classic, colourful argot is now mostly obsolete, and is largely relegated to the realm of literature and fantasy role-playing, although individual terms continue to be used in the criminal subcultures of both Britain and the U.S..

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Here is a canting dictionary from 1736: [link]

This stuff is fascinating:

ABRAM-MEN, otherwise called Toms of Bedlam, shabby Beggars, patched and trick'd up with Ribbons, Red-Tape, Fox-tails, Rags of various Colours; pretending to be besides themselves, to palliate their Thefts of Poultry, Linnen, &c. A sort of itinerant Hedge-Robbers, and Strippers of Children, &c.

tommy, so you never played D&D? Which IIRC mentioned Theive's Cant as a language.

Can I just say that cats are disgusting and gross?

This post brought to you by the two dead snakes rotting on the lawn. Really more like one and a half. Ew.

No! Cats are sunshine and lollipops!

Especially when they sleep with their butt right in my face! Or the time when I stepped on a dead, completely flat bat on my living room floor. I almost lost it.

Actually, that reminds me that my cat was so het up at 3 AM trying to get into the high cupboards that I am afraid there is some sort of rodent in there.

Cats are full of sweetness and light! And hairballs, which they cough up onto MY couch, or the drapes, or anywhere other than the kitchen or bathoom linoleum floor, where it would be easier to clean up.

In a lovely wood-floored apartment that was varnished to a fair-thee-well, we used to have a big white fuzzy area rug which became nicknamed "The Barf Magnet" because cats would rush to it, their cheeks bulging out, from anywhere else in the house that it would have been a snap to clean up, and deposit their hairballs there.

And cats have a clear and well defined sense of personal space too!

eta: There's a reason I never had bath mats until Perkins got exiled to the front of the house.