megan, Grammar Girl used to work with me, in 2000. She was an editor at an online magazine for caregivers. I used to have to correct her writing all of the time, and so I laugh that she's now got some sort of fame around grammar. I disagree with many of her "rules".
I'm not surprised she needed lots of help, when I hear a lot of her "rules", my first thought is often--you need a rule for that? But I enjoy the podcast for some reason, despite the fact that her name drives me batshit.
She's a nice person, but she drove my friends (then colleagues) Sara and Karen (neither of whom you've met, yet...) NUTS.
No no, Nigel is *John*. John (Castle) is Geoffrey. Right? Yes?
No apologies necessary--glad to share thunder and squee and enthusiasm for such a great movie. Just need to be faster on my feet fingertips with you around!
No no, Nigel is *John*. John (Castle) is Geoffrey. Right? Yes?
Yes. :) Too many Johns. (ahem)
Not that I play the lottery, since I feel it preys on those least likely to be able to afford it,
"What has six balls and screws rednecks?"
The lottery just makes me sad. When you see the people who are just getting by win the lottery, most of them say something like, "I've played $40 a week for years and it finally paid off," and I think of the thousands of people who've been pouring their money down that same rathole. I'm also baffled by the people who suddenly decide to play when it's reached a huge payoff amount. People! Many more people are playing. Your odds have gotten even worse.
in my state is subsidizes the college education of many already wealthy people, so that in my town, there are lots of college kids driving SUVs because their tuition is free.
To be fair, a lot of those kids would have SUVs anyway, and a lot of other kids wouldn't be in college without the Hope scholarships. What I dislike about them is that they've led to even more rampant grade inflation.
I need to watch Lion in Winter again.
I need to watch Lion in Winter again.
(Henry, mocking Eleanor) "I taught you prancing, lamb, and lute...and flute..." then notices Eleanor watching him with sappiness dripping off her smile.
"That's absolutely me!" she exclaims.
Watching them is like listening to daggers constantly being drawn from their sheaths; that raspy sound fills the spaces between them.
I love The Lion in Winter! It's my favorite Xmas movie!
I'm also baffled by the people who suddenly decide to play when it's reached a huge payoff amount. People! Many more people are playing. Your odds have gotten even worse.
I don't think it's about odds, it's about the fantasy of winning.
Some people watch porn; I play the lottery. I'm okay with that. It's actually one of the cheapest forms of entertainment out there.
Calli, that reminds me of the Tom Paxton song "Thank you Republic Airlines(for breaking the neck of my guitar)", at least the subject matter does.
Never piss off a bard.
I love The Lion in Winter! It's my favorite Xmas movie!
Totally!
When Lord Marshall shows up at Salisbury Tower to collect the Queen, she's doing needlepoint with her maids.
All he has to do is open the door and step inside; Eleanor is so smart (and, well, has 10 years' practice), that she says, "There's to be a Christmas court."
Lord Marshall says, "At Chinon," and her face lights up like she's been...made Queen again?
I *adore* this move. (*cough* I think that's pretty obvious.)
Done now. (Maybe.)