For example, google.com has a cache lifetime of only three minutes. This allows it to recover from failure quicker; if a host goes down, the bad address won't get stuck in other people's DNS caches for very long.

Aha! Thank you, Tom Scola.

I refer to people by their relationship to me unless the person I'm talking to has met them, or insists I use their name. Or I'm making a point.

Of course, my parents are named Mummy and Daddy. In certain circumstances they become "your father" or "your husband." Or even "your problem."

Phew! msbelle has lifted my freakish status.

so I tend to default to "partner." Which makes me feel like a business partner.

Before DH and I got engaged, he told me that he needed to put me on some form and decided to call me his "life partner" since he had already determined that, in one form or another, I would be a part of the rest of his life.

I love him.

Aaaaand I can hear that he and the kids have come back from their walk. Time to get dinner on the table.

My kitty is laying (lying?) on all of my pillows.

Huh. I refer to Pete by his name, or by The Husband. He doesn't call me The Wife that I know of, tho'. No, I'm The Goth Girl. We also call each other sweetie, love, and other assorted ridiculous affectionate things.

T.J. Maxx did not have any Betsey Johnson hosiery that I coveted. But they did have other cute knee socks, so I'm happy.

We also call each other sweetie, love, and other assorted ridiculous affectionate things.

I don't think I've ever called a non-platonic guy anything other than his name, or "idiot." It's possible I have some growth to accomplish.

Is it weird for the people giving testamonials at the Kennedey center honours to be on book?

I started a post of endearments, and then decided that the internet might not be able to handle the sappiness.

Best one is Bonzo (as in, Bedtime for). And we do say monkeypants to each other sometimes. In fact, now that I think about it, there's a decidedly simian theme.

We have even more pet names for the Biscuit, including jinglepants. Although it's technically his collar that's jingling, so maybe it should be jingleshirt instead? Hm.

I miss pasta. But it is for the best it remains a rare treat because it does not like me. But I'm really craving a bacony carbonera tonight.

I think my parents still use "your [parent]" when they are talking to me about the other one. But when they sign cards, it's "Mom & Ralph."