Cordelia ,'Lessons'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I don't think I know how to say desultory. Both ways I try it in my head sound right. But I don't think I need to say it outloud.
I said carnivorous car-ni-VOR-us when I was a kid and got made fun of and it's still kind of how I want to say it. Not omnivorous, though. Shrug.
Oh, wait, I had something else to say. Y'all, I bought a bag of bagels and a tub of cream cheese like a month ago to eat at work and I just now ran out of BOTH at the SAME TIME. I was pleasantly surprised.
I just now ran out of BOTH at the SAME TIME
Magical!
I learned how to pronounce desultory last week. I’ve been saying it out loud for 40 years. Ha!
And I was today years old when I learned. Ha, ha! (It actually flows much better with the right emphasis.)
Which reminds me of how I though archipelago was pronouced before I ever heard it out loud... had the stress on the wrong syllable... arkuhpuhLAWGo. I don't know, man... I still kind of dig it.
Apparently my entire life of pronouncing shit in my head has been a lie, because I had no idea I was pronouncing "desultory" or "archipelago" wrong. (Pretty sure I've never had to say them out loud, though I wouldn't swear to it.)
My old roommate from university was reading Ten Night in a Barroom in an am lit or history class and was very confused as to what a barroom, pronounced baROOM, as in vroom vroom, l was. (Old temperance schlock from the 1800s.) Naturally we all started talking about going to the baROOOOM on Friday nights.
Man, I had a nightmare so bad* last night that, when I woke up from it (at 5 am), I had to keep talking myself through the fact that it wasn't real (like "I'm in my own bed, next to my husband, in the house we own") and finally got out of bed and walked around the house touching things and telling myself stuff like "these are my books, in my bookshelves, in the house I own with my husband; I chose all of these books myself."
*The nightmare was about being in a cult that I was frantically trying to escape from, and when I thought I got out, it turned out that they expected me to go where I did and they were waiting for me. It was horrifying.**
So I am so tired today that my brain is beyond sweet potato status. But the last thing I want to do is go back to bed, because I don't want any more bad dreams. WTF, brain.
**When I finally went back to sleep, I had a dream that one of our cars ended up in the river, and because the cult dream was so bad, my reaction to the car was "...eh, win some, lose some. It was probably bound to happen sooner or later." (If the car does end up in the river, please refer back to this date- and time-stamped post for proof that I am indeed a prophet. Granted, just a prophet of bullshit, but a prophet nonetheless.)
That's hilarious, Brenda.
Yikes Steph. Were we talking about FAC yesterday if I recall? Maybe sparking something. Ugh.
Yikes Steph. Were we talking about FAC yesterday if I recall? Maybe sparking something. Ugh.
I know Dax (Knut) posted something on FB yesterday about missionary work, and how rejection of the evangelizers' message actually functions to make the church group become more tribal and more Us vs Them because of their perceived "persecution." And I commented that, based on my experience in the FAC, that's 100% true.
So yeah, that might have gotten lodged in my brain. It can un-lodge itself, man! I accept that I have *weird* dreams, but nightmare/scary/etc. dreams are downright uncool. It's *my* brain; I should be able to kick them out.