Oh! Steph! I had an idea! Can you legally change your middle name to "née"? You could be "Steph Timslastname née Lang".
And people would be all, "We get it, 'Lang' was your maiden name." And I can say, "No, dang it, that's my name!"
'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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Oh! Steph! I had an idea! Can you legally change your middle name to "née"? You could be "Steph Timslastname née Lang".
And people would be all, "We get it, 'Lang' was your maiden name." And I can say, "No, dang it, that's my name!"
Happy Belated, ND.
Bonny--did we miss wishing you happy on your day? Or is it today?
Steph, that's lovely about your hair person. Appropriate reactions, people. (/holland manners)
Bev, almost, it's tomorrow.
Not a special number, or anything. Still, one more year above ground!
I've been dealing with relatives posting things about knife control for a while now. It is difficult not to engage.
There are lots of knife control laws and they're actually pretty effective.
(Sounds like we might have a few relatives in common.)
There's been a lot of news about the coming cicadapocalypse (Brood II, I think). In honor of that, I'd like to repost an early post of mine from August 2004 (when I was a shiny, new Buffista):
I was talking to some friends and we decided that cicadas are the teenagers of the insect world - they're awkward, noisy, and think of nothing but sex. After all - they ARE 17!
Happy belated b-day, ND!
Not a special number, or anything. Still, one more year above ground!
Reminds me of what my dad says every year as he gets older, "Beats the alternative!"
I'm enjoying "Uncle Fucknut" far far too much.
You know, hearing about Uncle (and Aunt, Cousin, Brother) Fucknut makes me kind of glad I've been cut off from my family. And my mother had cut us off from just about everyone (still living).
My mother used to send me these messages that were forwarded so many times and in such ways that they were messages inside messages inside messages ad infinitum. And, once peeled back to the initial content, invariably turned out to be something that had been around for years and years. I finally resorted to telling her that after a certain point the system I was on would cut them off after a certain number of layers and she eventually gave up on me as being No Fun At All.
GC, how are you doing?
Toddson, would now be a good time for you to go spelunking for those relatives your mother previously rendered incommunicado? Might some of them be interesting people, and pleased to hear from you?
There could be a whole civilization of lovely relatives existing in the wild!