The Girl thinks he should play a dead patient. This would be something of a waste of his genius, though.

He does not have to start out dead. Have him do a death scene.

You Brits, with your lifts and your lorries and your extra u's

You'd think that as long as they've been using English they'd have it right by now.

I am giggling at the Brit-bashing.

Admittedly, this is because I'm half Irish.

ETA:

Only a Brit would throw a spanner in the works.

Do you actually throw a wrench in the works? That just sounds odd. (The Girl, being an American citizen, is always talking about AJs. The first time she asked me to pass one, I thought she was taking the piss.)

ETA again: She's just told me that AJ is not American. Never mind. Friends and I regularly laugh when she says things like "make a left" (what, dig up the road so as to make one? It's turn left) and similar.

I love it, but I'm sure that when I say it reminds people of Mikey Kellerman mispronouncing "Oy vey is mir...I'm so meshugennah, I could plotz." Although I have a special soft spot for "kvelling" which is surprisingly hard for an unhappy Lutheran girl in the desert to work into conversation. I try, though. ETA: I'm mostly not excited enough to give anything a full "kvell" but it's a great word, isn't it?

OMG, I'm really hoping I'm not having a Gosselin "The Judaica is teh awesome!!1" moment, there. Because I think those things are awesome, and I'm eating pastrami on rye right now AIFG, but I hope you know I don't mean it in a douchey, appropriate-y way.

I’m not ignorant (of theword’s meaning, anyway) and it still gives a knee jerk reaction. Yes, it’s a perfectly good word, but why use a word that is (or seems to be) loaded with negative connotation when there are plenty of others to suffice?

No, I don't think we should. I'm mostly angry about the existence of the other word, which is also used by ignorant people, and which is the real problem. It wouldn't even occur to me to use the word niggardly, I'd just say stingy, but I'm annoyed when people freak out when someone else uses it in proper context.

I remember realizing that what I'd always heard as "chewed" was actually "Jewed", and being utterly horrified that I'd ever said it. In fairness to myself, though, I think my mother actually did say "chewed". I also thought "gypped" was spelled "jipped" when I was younger. Now I avoid saying them both because I don't like the origin of the words, being insults from the start, as opposed to being a misunderstanding of the meaning of a word.

I don't want to go to work. I wanna sit here reading Bitches all day and listening to Harvey purr.

The bottom line is that you put your freedom to use culturally offensive words over the feelings of those offended.

There are SO many things I still say that I don't think about that I really need to get out of my vocabulary. "Don't be a pussy." "Oh my god, you are such a woman!" (Way to contribute to my own oppression, dipshit Teppy.) And -- though my understanding is that this word is hotly contested among disability-rights advocates -- "lame."

Which I feel weird about, because I use it too. A lot. And "Entourage' has given me a horrible "douchebag" habit that College!Me shakes her head sorrowfully at. But she didn't know anything and I think it's impossible to write about "Entourage" without using "Douchebag,"

Happy birthday, Jessica!

Shir, that is a gorgeous picture, but wow. I would never, ever, ever have had the nerve to hang something like that on my bedroom wall when I was sharing a house with either parent. You've got (dirty) courage, woman!

Shir, I too am impressed by your chutzpah (a word I love, and learnt from The Girl) with hanging that painting on your wall. And it's fab.

Yeah, I hid it for a while when they were visiting and I was living on my own (with roommates). Then, one day, I forgot to do so. My mom told me it was beautiful, but needed framing (then it was hanged with sellotape on my room's wall). She and my dad framed it for my last birthday, so I took it as an approval for my taste and its being on my room's walls.

Alas, that still doesn't mean I have a sex life, dammit. Frankly, with my uni's schedule, I'm just glad to have something which resemble social life once in a while.

And now. All of that talking, about what I want in my room?
Forget it.

I got the shelves I needed today, and unpacked 3 and a half boxes, and I just want the house elves to get it done and my room clean afterwards. That is all.