How do you say it?
Like the word "know" with an "n" at the end.
Jayne: What're you gonna tell the others? Mal: About what? Jayne: About why I'm dead. Mal: Hadn't thought about it. Jayne: Make something up. Don't tell 'em what I did.
'Ariel'
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DavidS - Jan 19, 2015 3:07:16 pm PST #15958 of 30002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Steph L. - Jan 19, 2015 3:10:17 pm PST #15959 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
How do you say it?
Like the word "know" with an "n" at the end.
Yup. Or "noun" with a long O.
P.M. Marc - Jan 19, 2015 3:14:00 pm PST #15960 of 30002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
But is it just one syllable, or two slightly slurred one?
Connie Neil - Jan 19, 2015 3:20:22 pm PST #15961 of 30002
brillig
Known is one syllable. Noan with a long O. Rhymes with grown=groan.
Steph L. - Jan 19, 2015 3:20:32 pm PST #15962 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
It's one. Like "none" is one syllable, N followed by a long O followed by an N.
Zenkitty - Jan 19, 2015 3:26:59 pm PST #15963 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Cagney is actively growling at some non-existent thing in the closet. He's never done that before. Ever.
Fling open the closet door and inform whatever's in there that it's in the wrong house and it needs to get the hell out. Then throw salt in the closet.
I take no responsibility for the consequences of following this advice.
Cass - Jan 19, 2015 3:34:09 pm PST #15964 of 30002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I love being validated here. I've only heard it his way a couple of times but it is so damn wrong. Actually, hearing it the second time freaked me out. How can two people be so wrong in the same way. Ancient. It's not a difficult word!
beekaytee - Jan 19, 2015 3:39:38 pm PST #15965 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant
I did throw open the closet...you know, to reassure him.
Then, I was going to run out for my supper without him, but thought better of that. Lastly, I put the giant door bar against the front door.
Like some specter is going to use the front door.
Still, I feel better.
kinda
Zenkitty - Jan 19, 2015 3:53:58 pm PST #15966 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
One of the many reasons I live with cats is they can reassure me whether or not there are ghosts around. So far, no ghosts.
WindSparrow - Jan 19, 2015 4:16:09 pm PST #15967 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
My problem is, I can't tell the difference between "ghost" and "bug too small for the human eye to see". I certainly respect the highly honed hunting senses of our companion animals. Once when I was sitting in a rocking chair, my cat-at-the-time Pachisi leaped onto my back. It felt like she was attacking me. The utter confusion and betrayal I felt... (Y'all. You know how much I cherish Harvey? Pachisi was my heart in a way that makes Harvey seem like just an ordinary cat. She was love and nurture personified. For her to do something like that was unthinkable.) And about two seconds after I sat back down, the chair splintered apart and broke under me. So I don't know whether Cagney is growling at ghosts, mice, or an NSA listening device, but whatever precautions you are inspired to take, bonny, seem rational to me.