Go by my mama's is certainly a local dialect thing. I haven't heard the others.

A NOLA, born and bred, friend uses 'go by' all the time. I find it charming.

bonny, FFS, you waited a day to pry it loose?! Girl, I would have been in the ER at light speed. Yes, arriving before the injury even happened.

Zen, you have no idea the metric tonne of crap I got for that decision. I just did not want the ring to be cut off . You know? I contend that shock was a contributing factor. Still, no stress, no strain. All limbs intact.

Oh, shock, I believe! I've made some, um, interesting decisions under the effects of shock, myself. Also get the desire not to ruin an antique! It's not the decision so much as the time-frame that frightens me -- I would have sat down with a long-handled spoon within 15 minutes. I'm just glad you didn't get, like, gangrene .

(I have an antique silver teaspoon with a long slender blunt handle that I use as a prybar in many situations. It's quite handy.)

I read the [jillifont], but there is NO FUCKING WAY I am image-searching that. No.

Ditto. I'd take most Australian Jillifonts over rats.

I think Pete agrees. (We had a rat problem. We found a fantastic local pest removal company that dealt with it, but Pete is still easily rattled about it.) *I*, on the other hand, do not want any Australian Jillifonts anywhere near me, thanks.

(I recently went to a butterfly exhibit with some friends, and there was a side room of arthropods and arachnids. I walked to the doorway, looked in and saw the terrarium with the tarantula (a good 15 feet away from me), and said "Yep, still phobic. Gonna go back to the butterflies now, thanks!")

Jilli cannot read the jillifont! It is the whole point of Jillifont!

I had a surprising jillifont swing from the ceiling above my bathroom counter the other day. It had apparently made itself comfortable when I was gone for the summer and was irritated to find me in its spot, brushing my teeth.

I was told that lemon essential oil would ward off the critters that leave webs at the bottom of my stairs. Turns out, not so. Sigh.

I was told that lemon essential oil would ward off the critters that leave webs at the bottom of my stairs. Turns out, not so. Sigh.

I'm minded of the old Tick cartoon, where the Sewer Urchin went into battle against Sewer Lobsters with bandoliers of lemons.

What? That's my geek reference point, dammit.

Love it.

Oh, Calli. Hope you're get some very deserved sleep right now.

I'll ignore the blood talk for now. Just... all keep yourselves in one piece, OK?

Jilli cannot read the jillifont! It is the whole point of Jillifont!

Sometimes my (morbid) curiosity gets the better of me! "Oh, it won't be that bad!" I tell myself, "Just the words won't freak me out!"

Yes, I should know better.