Thank you, flea, for the information and the warning - I am a fairly theoretical person.
'Jaynestown'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
ION: I have no idea where I picked that up from, but I have a new grammar mistake in English which is driving me crazy. I began adding s/es to verbs which relates to subjects in plural form. I can see why, theoretically speaking, I'm doing so: it's how you do it in Hebrew and in Arabic - all adjectives and verbs get the suffix in agreement to the subject(s)'s sex and number (except for plural which doesn't stand for people in Arabic, which gets the same grammatical treatment as singular feminine). I just can't see why I began to do it practically speaking - I never had that specific mistake before.
Thank doG there were so many who also thought sj meant the band Rush.
Heh.
Being a Buffista means never having to say "Am I the only one who misread that?"
sj, I'm afraid I had to chime in, too. I got a little long-winded, but I felt I had relevant experience to speak from.
Sigh. So the plumber is supposed to come at 11AM. Or between 11-1. And they called at 8:30 and said "Can we come NOW?" and I had to say no, cause I was just about to get on a super important conference call, and wouldn't be able let him in or tell him the problem or whatever. And now I'm afraid I've jinxed it...
Being a Buffista means never having to say "Am I the only one who misread that?"
And yet, saying it anyway.
Being a Buffista means never having to say "Am I the only one who misread that?"
And yet, saying it anyway.
True, but the feeling of lonely foolishness generally evaporates with the chorus of "No, that's what it looked like to me, too," replies.
Man, when those Blackhawks go by, you know it. I was just sitting here in my living room when I heard the not-unusual-sound-of-helicopters-in-Los-Angeles. Except it sounded like a helicopter was coming in for a landing on top of my building. As I was listening, I noticed it had that particularly "blatty" sound, so I walked over to the window and sure enough, there's a pair of Blackhawks flying low and straight out toward the coast. They'd passed almost right overhead.
Timelies, folks.
Have a good trip, Perkins!
Good luck on the book launch tonight, Allyson!
"Singin' in the Rain" a *bad* movie? Man, you weren't kiddin' about hallucinating!