I saw my first Halloween Horror Nights billboard on the way home today and got all excited. I hope it's a little rewarding knowing you create wonderful things, ND.
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It's very rewarding, right now it's just also very exhausting.
You know, I was planning on doing a nice meara of all kinds of things that have cropped up in the last couple of days, but my brain just blew a gasket.
A friend included me in a mass forwarding of this essay [link] "This is Your Nation on White Privilege". One of the recipients, who is no one I have ever met or otherwise interacted with, hit "Reply All" to whine about the "Black Privilege" driving working class people of all races out of New Orleans. Also there were some bits about how he is dealing with a step daughter married to "White trash". He also trotted out the POW thing.
I sent a very neutral "Please take my email address out of your list. That Reply All button can be such a sneaky little thing." I was trying to be charitable. But he came back with "I thought you (all) would appreciate my observations."
My brain is melting and draining out my ears with the effort to not pick his t air quotes observations t /air quotes apart with respect to their logical relationship, or lack thereof, to the original post.
How wrong would it be for me to reply that on second thought I do appreciate his thoughts, and would like to continue the dialog, so long as he does not mind me mocking him mercilessly across the internet? Very wrong?
How wrong would it be for me to reply that on second thought I do appreciate his thoughts, and would like to continue the dialog, so long as he does not mind me mocking him mercilessly across the internet? Very wrong?
I'm not grasping how this would be wrong.
But then again, I'm not known as a terribly nice person. I say skewer the sumbitch.
"I thought you (all) would appreciate my observations."
I think this might be asshole-speak for "I'm sorry." Part of me thinks you should take the high road and just block his email address. Another part of me thinks you should use it to register for a bunch of really obnoxious websites first.
And I think he would appreciate your observations, and ours, and the entire internet's.
And I think he would appreciate your observations, and ours, and the entire internet's.
Oh, yes! This! We could make a list of observations to send back to him. PLEASE???! This would make me OH SO HAPPY! I could be the 32-year-old on social security, medicare and medicaid!
Speaking of, Emily, do you need me to chat with your student?
For the lovers of Shakespeare, comedy, Catherine Tate, and/or David Tennant. [link]
I laughed until I cried.
What is this with high school teachers running fevers? I think it should stop.cuz all children are walking petri dishes full of evil nasty bugs.
NoiseDesign, good to see your still alive. How goes the haunt?
Pix, did you make it home ok? Put your feet up. Make the puppy cook you dinner for a change tonight. And those cute kittens can mix some drinks for you.
Laga, how did you on the show? Or can you not say?
There was more, but alas, I can't recall. I must cook some food. Hungry. Tired. I'm thinking Garlic Chicken stir-fry. nom nom nom.
The intertubes is working for me! Yay!
It's been down for about 4 days, which is actually ok, because for the last 3, I have been a zonkified snot-machine. I think I am now qualified for English ex-pat dom, because I went through (seriously) 3 boxes of loose-leaf in the last 4 days. That, a whole damn pot of mulled wine (hey, lots of oranges and lemons --- it was medicinal and I didn't even get tipsy -- just warm) and chicken broth with garlic, is all I've ingested. Every damn tea and coffee mug in the house is dirty with dregs of pepper, garlic, Tazo Passion, burgundy-tinged orange slices and Irish Breakfast.
But I feel better, which is good, because I can now clean. Joy. Not that I'm cleaning, because that would be non-therapeutic and clearly insane. Instead, I'm catching up on Palin-snark, because that is so much better for my health. NSM.
Does anyone know that if you pick up one of those Shower Soother disintegrating camphor thingies in the shower when it's melting, it kinda BURNS? Like a UTI of the fingers? Weird.
My cats are snorgling on a towel on the couch. So cute, the snorgle.
Ahem. I may still be kinda looped and out of it.