Mal ,'Serenity'
A thread to discuss naming threads, board policy, new thread suggestions, and anything else that has to do with board administration and maintenance. Guaranteed to include lively debate and polls. Natter discouraged, but not deleted.
Current Stompy Feet: ita, Jon B, DXMachina, P.M. Marcontell, Liese S., amych
I know I hurt Kat's feelings.
If I hurt anybody elses please let me know. It has never been my intent in this conversation (or any other)to do so. Or to call anybody names for that matter.
And in the new spirit of things:
My favorite cus is Fuck, call me a traditionalist. Or don't since one of my achievements of which I am most proud is teaching my Mother to swear. (Alas, there was no way to put that on my resume).
My new favorite curse is "buggering hell." Hubby twitches when I say "fuck" because he feels it's unladylike (which caused me to stare at him in concern that, after 18 years together, he still has fantasies of me being ladylike), but "bugger" doesn't bother him as much.
Put me down as a buggerer. And a shitter. And a fucker.
erm.. so to speak.
Under great pressure nothing beats the eloquence of a nice long string of fuckity fucking fucks.
Also, awfully fond of "sodding" in front of anything that does not please me.
Oh, look! It's just like Sartre.
Will no one speak up for the silly and harmless -- and thus more startling -- "Oh my sainted Aunt Marie!" or "For the love of Mike!"?
Am I the only one, she asks tremulously??
Sometimes, a well-placed "Jesus wept" can be very effective. Okay, maybe it only works when you can hear the "I'm about to beat your brains in" tone.
I cuss quite a bit. It's just considered polite here in Texas. Apologies to anyone I've offended with a stray epithet. It's just my way of trying to talk around the bullshit.
Am I the only one, she asks tremulously??
Oh, for crying out loud. No, for Pete's sake...
I've been known to burst out with an extremely unladylike "oh for the love of little green apples!" every now and then.
Deeply embarrassing confession #1:
I occasionally use the epithet "Szplitz on Szplug!" when I am frustrated at myself. This epithet was coined (In French, mimicking fake-Czech) in a Tintin graphic novel involving the Iron Curtain, intrigue, and that irritating blonde opera singer whose name I forget.
Deeply embarrassing confession #2:
When I feel the need to express my opinions of other people's driving and/or ambulatory habits, I have fallen back on "dumb bunny!" with increasing regularity.
I think the guys in white coats are on their way here right now.
It's very handy to have British curses handy, because most local folk think I'm being all quaint and PBS-ly. Then actual Brits wander past and hear me and I have to apologize to their poor shocked selves.
I always wonder what visiting Brits think as they drive around and see all the gardening stores proudly declaring "SOD!" on their signs.
When I feel the need to express my opinions of other people's driving and/or ambulatory habits, I have fallen back on "dumb bunny!" with increasing regularity.
Oh. Dear.