I go online sometimes, but everyone's spelling is really bad. It's... depressing.

Tara ,'Get It Done'


Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.  

[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.


Typo Boy - Jan 23, 2009 2:29:04 pm PST #8824 of 10000
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

I had an editor, one is normally pretty good, change "complement" to "compliment". Don't know how many good editor points he loses for that one but...


Tom Scola - Jan 23, 2009 2:29:17 pm PST #8825 of 10000
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500

Steph, I know you don't use Facebook much, but you should log on and check out Erinaceous’ status.


vw bug - Jan 23, 2009 2:43:26 pm PST #8826 of 10000
Mostly lurking...

{{{askye}}} Hang in there, you.

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I'm a liberal commie when it comes to these things, I guess.

I'm with Kristin and Barb...especially after taking the history of the English language course I took last Fall. Fascinating stuff, how the English language has changed. And, really? Each one of those examples above would prove (not the word I'm looking for, but the right word isn't coming) something I learned in that class.


Sparky1 - Jan 23, 2009 2:52:26 pm PST #8827 of 10000
Librarian Warlord

((askye)) Peace~ma.

Feel better ~ma for Raq.

We have no water because of a water - either the water main down the road has broken (again) or the dog worked some magic so she wouldn't get the bath we had planned for her tonight.


Steph L. - Jan 23, 2009 2:54:15 pm PST #8828 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

plus, who can really say what the correct one is?more standardized, sure, but wrong? I think it just depends on your perception.

But...it's not even *spelled* chipoLte.

(Unsurprisingly, I was a pedantic little 7-year-old who could not abide my classmates saying puh-sketti. Come on, even a 5-year-old can see the S comes first! [that would have a winky emoticon if I used them])

Steph, I know you don't use Facebook much, but you should log on and check out Erinaceous’ status.

That is *excellent.*


Steph L. - Jan 23, 2009 2:59:15 pm PST #8829 of 10000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

And because it needed a separate post --

askye, that's so tough, but I'm glad it was as good as it could be. She was lucky to have you as her human.


sarameg - Jan 23, 2009 3:05:00 pm PST #8830 of 10000

We have no water because of a water - either the water main down the road has broken (again)

It looked like a mess on Tuesday. They'd closed the road to traffic.


askye - Jan 23, 2009 3:05:45 pm PST #8831 of 10000
Thrive to spite them

I'm more okay with this than I thought I would be. I just realized I was doing the right thing. I know that I'm probably a bit in denial and a bit numb and tomorrow I may miss her like crazy but she was a good kitty and I loved her very much and she lived the best kitty life she could.

Plus I'll be finding her cat hair everywhere for a while now. And I found a spot where she threw up, I guess I should get as much trace of her cleaned up before I get a new cat.

In good news -- my Wii shipped!!!! YAY! It should be at Mom's house Tuesday. I had it sent there rather than my house because there are many things I trust UPS to leave on my porch but a Wii is not one of them.


Connie Neil - Jan 23, 2009 3:07:37 pm PST #8832 of 10000
brillig

For those of us without Facebook, what's up with Erinaceous?


JZ - Jan 23, 2009 3:08:09 pm PST #8833 of 10000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

{{{askye}}} It sounds like you gave her a comforting and easeful passing with her loving human close by; it's awful, that the last good gift you can give your pets is the hardest on you.

Ugh. Off to pick up Matilda now, and then I don't even know what. We got a call earlier that the father of one of Emmett's teammates, a robust and glowing and radiantly happy man, died suddenly last night of a massive heart attack. He was the kind of team dad that all the kids on his son's team and on all the teams his team played, and any older or younger siblings of any of these, all knew and loved him; everyone at Emmett's middle school is in shock, and Hec is on his way over now to check in with Emmett, see how he's handling it all, and see if there's anything to be done for the family.

Which means Matilda and I are futless until probably her bedtime, and it's too wet out to go do much of anything, and if I let myself get sad she'll be sad too, and worried, and keep patting me and saying, "Don't be sad, Mommy." Which is exactly the kind of tender toddler thing that just makes you ten times sadder.

I think I'll either take Matilda out for a noodle dinner or call megan and foist ourselves on her for the evening, or possibly both.