This thread is soooo wonderful; I can't wait to go back and read all the stuff I've missed. Sure hope Javacat saved her paper copy...
My Big Blue Beehive Hair has been delayed due to local bridge failure and a sudden appointment for a gallbladder removal for La Colorist (who is resting comfortably today, hooray!).
I came in today to inquire where we're going to post links for Halloween pictures. I mean, I have GOT to see Halloween wedding pix fer shure. I'll have plenty of good ones to share too.
To Hec: Around here, he of the mien is all Mishkitty. And part of the Mishka King's mission in life is to provide comfort to all those of his domain. We quite like the rough hair-grooming kisses because it makes us feel special.
I LOVE this thread. Can we do it again next year?
Nilly, dear, you have your own verb. You are not a lurker (but we still love to see you appear in any thread).
Why, I may even end up advocating that we have a Delurker thread quarterly or so, for those of us who are lurky or pressed for time or whatnot.
I got a little verklempt reading Nilly's post. It just feels right that today, on the last day, Nilly posted. Congratulations on your marriage. As a lurker, I never got to say that. I've caught a few Nilly posts and loved every one of her Firefly love letters. They were a joy I luxuriated on.
I hope you do get the time to post more regularly even if I never do.
I can't even begin to describe the effect b.org had on my English. It was so welcoming here - I was always (and still am!) encouraged to ask, to correct my mistakes and to play with the language. Fun in and of itself, even before the content.
THAT. From me, and my sometimes-endless-edits too, thank you.
I often have endless edits and English is my only language.
Trudy, his mother calls him Theo. Which is the form my mother got tattooed on her arm, along with her other grandkids. The diminutive seems to have convinced her that there isn't an l in the full name. The'onious isn't easy to say, so she sticks to Theo and remains confused. It's a vicious circle. (Note to self: get off your lazy ass and send her a couple Monk albums.) I used to call him Squirmy because he was very fidgety. Now I call him Squawky because... I'm sure you can figure it out. Today I've called him all sorts of stuff. He's overtired but won't stay asleep, so he gets more tired. Another vicious circle. And one that's much worse than my mother's inability to pronounce her grandson's name. Anyway, come see him! Come see the house! Come see us! It's been too long.
I have only known one other St. John's alum...he was an, shall we say, odd duck
Bonny, that is, shall we say, redundant. Or at least it was when I was there 25 years ago. Freak was the norm. I would be interested to hear your friend's name & any other Buffistas' friends who went there. It's a very small school, and I was involved in running alumni activities for six or seven years so I met a lot of people who graduated over the past 70 years. My profile addy, a nod to my Faulknerian homeboy Isaac McCaslin, is good. Or stop by music. I think I'll start posting again.
P-C, my best friend in high school was named after Quentin Compson. (Actually he was named after his father but was always called his Faulkner-inspired middle name.) He has a sister named Candace and a brother named Ben. He has a cousin named Jason, but unlike his siblings' names, that's just a coincidence.
HA HA HA HA. Wow. That...just does not seem like a good idea.
Joe, my great-grandfather, William Kyle Smith, taught philosophy at St. John's Annapolis from the 1930s I think. He died in the early 1980s. My great-uncle Billy (WKS Jr.) is St. John's 47, and hale and hearty, if married to my Crazy Aunt Nancy.
