Bosslady wants you to come in from your vacation for a staff meeting? WTF? She can't just leave the minutes in your email?
'Just Rewards (2)'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
From Lunch (n.) To Balding (adj.), Some Words Are Just 'Bad English'
This part:
"I don't think anybody in their right mind is arguing doing away with the rules. However, one of the things that I think is frequently overlooked is that we can more or less refer to it as code-switch: You know, we can speak in a number of different registers. When we're talking with friends, we speak one way, and that is markedly different than when we're writing a term paper. And most people have the ability to switch back and forth between these internal dialects, so to speak."
Is the part that governs my stupefaction when I write on FB something like "I haz a sad" and people (NOT Buffistas) jump all over my shit for poor grammar. These are people who know what I do for a living, and who have also read many of my previous posts, which display, if not scintillating deftness with the language, a basic knowledge of grammar, spelling, and syntax. And yet they think I suddenly forgot all that and became Cletus the Slack-Jawed Yokel. OR MAYBE I'M FUCKING AROUND WITH LANGUAGE FOR FUNSIES, Sweet Italian Jesus you dorks.
(The person who, when I posted "I pwn technology," replied "Too bad you can't spell" just makes me sad. I didn't reply "All your slang are belong to me," but I should have.)
"'Pwn' is regional (i.e. Teh Intertubes) dialect, dear. Look it up."
At work, people thought I created LOLspeak. So I would say out loud 'I can haz a pen?' and they thought that was just how I spoke! I was very embarrassed, and they must have thought I was VERY strange.
Oh, usual, dear. I cringe when I post and run and later see hideous misspellings or grammatical errors. But then give myself a virtual pat on the head because, human here.
Good grief, Andi! Apparently the powers that be do not understand the definition of vacation.
see how she cleverly ties together conversations
Admiring Laura's segue. It's so light and airy.
Thank heavens I can snark here to my heart's content. And thank heavens for the Cancel button on Twitter. I keep wanting to inject snark into other people's conversations at times when it might be highly amusing to myself yet totally unhelpful to others.
Random woman in the grocery store just commented on my brace, "Oooh, you have an owie!"
I guess replying "Fuckin right I do bitch!" might have made her widdle head explode.
Yeah, "It hasn't healed from when I kicked the last person who spoke to me that way." probably isn't a helpful response.