I was happy Luna revived the thread over on the real side and would be sad if it died.
Converse!
(I need to get coffee first.)
Right, so what’s this all about then?
If only I could remember what we were talking about! I can’t, so I will tell you my exciting plans for the day:
Drop J. off at preschool, take nap, study some, pick J. up, lunch, study more. Tonight a college friend is coming to stay over night; I haven’t seen her in 8 years! She will be giving a reading from her new book at St. Olaf and then tomorrow night another one at the U of M.
I’m sick of all the bullying on ILE*. I think I might have had enough.
(ex-smokers often become fervently anti; maybe it’s the same with internet hardmen)
Sara, we were talking about cupcakes and Cake Doctor Mix! Alas I made no cupcakes this weekend. But I did make mac and cheese, num.
Bullying is a pain. do you mean enough of ILE? I just ignore the bullying (or try) I’ve enjoyed ILx as a time-wasting tool for far too long to abandon it.
grout, this is just idle, topicless talk. great for time-wasting!
Blanquette de veau with a rosemary and lemon sauce on Saturday night and roast chicken in saffron and pimentón on Sunday. It was a good weekend for eating. No cupcakes, though. :(
Ah right, nice to see youse.
I made beef stroganoff on Saturday. It was nummy.
Beef stroganoff was my birthday dinner for about five years running when I was a child.
I fell asleep after 2 glasses of wine while watching a DVD. Next thing I know, it’s 04:00 am and the DVD menu is playing soft soothing ‘bashing a drainpipe’ sounds...
I had goulash recently by my German mother-in-law. It was a thing of beauty and miles away from what passed as “goulash” in my youth.
what dvd?
Oh yeah the Cake Mix Doctor! It’s all coming back to me now... yes, food talk is always good.
I ignore any silliness on ILX; I just enjoy the parts that I enjoy and leave the rest. Perhaps it won’t last, though.
I think I will take my nap now. And dream of cupcakes!
To sleep, perchance to dream OF CUPCAKES!!
The Mighty Boosh, live.
(thread ends)
haha, TITTWIS has had a hard time reigniting in the recent past. most of the regulars have migrated to regional threads.
shame we lost our steam.
I’m still f*cking around with MS Sharepoint. hating it! (Also my therapist has instructed me to curse less. this is hard. I listen to too much rap music.)
I guess MS Sharepoint isn’t helping with this.
argh no. I’ve renamed it ShitPoint.
It’s one of those “WYSIWYA4MF” packages.
(Also my therapist has instructed me to curse less. this is hard. I listen to too much rap music.)
Why ever the fuck would you want to fuckin’ do that?
xpost
I can work out everyting there but the A4
Michael, it kind of encourages negativity in me I think. I easily prone to anger and a good fit of cursing serves to make me more surly and just, grrr. Also she has asked that I try to live my life now in the manner of the type of mother I hope to be. (e.g. not sailor-mouthed and beer swilling) Which is an interesting and worthy challenge.
But then your kids will learn to swear from STRANGERS!
I fully support encouraging you to be CREATIVELY foul mouthed, however. Most people are too lazy and too predictable when they swear.
My brother and sister-in-law have strange ways of cursing. They say stuff like “ish” for shit. kind of sounds like songs being edited.
check out my brother’s new custom shoe biz:
http://myspace.com/soleglowcustoms
He’s really gotten rolling with this lately and has asked for my help. (Going to start by building a decent web site.) He’s displaying them at a fashion/craft fair in Houston in a few weeks. Mostly the hip-hop/extreme crowd are into them. I’m excited for him, love the DIY, garage biz stuff.
Can’t go to myspace at work. :(
well truthfully it’s rather garish so you aren’t missing much. ;)
They say stuff like “ish” for shit. ??
That sounds like some weird ‘ish’ to me.
They have four kids under 6. They are like sponges.
My dad doesn’t swear much but my grandfather did and both of them told me as a kid that it’s natural to swear when you’re angry but not to waste it for effect when you’re not since people wouldn’t be able to tell.
I intend to only teach my kids how to swear in French but I’m going to teach them the WORST curses. I think my favorite swearing language is Spanish, though. It just sounds right to me.
I guess my mom left the beer swilling and cursing to my grandparents, now that I think about it!
va(s?) te faire foutre. j’ai oublie les autres.
i always liked “scheisse” too.
From my lj:
A few French terms of abuse
‘Le’ is pronounced like if you started to say “look” but were quickly cut off.
I’ve marked the ‘u’s as being like ‘oo’ in ‘toot’ but to be exact, it’s prononced by pursing the lips and saying ‘ee’. Try it.
Le salaud (le sah-low)- Bastard, asshole, fucker. It’s derived from the word ‘sale’ which means dirty.
La salope (la sah-lope)- Bitch, slut. The female version also has the connotation of easy sexual mores. Literally, ‘bitch’ is ‘la chienne’ (la she-en) but it’s less prevalent than in English.
Le con (le con, the ‘o’ as in mow but the ’n’ is that weird nasally ’n’ of French)—Literally ‘cunt’, it means both stupid and malicious. It’s used like dick/prick in English.
La conne (la cunn)—Female version of ‘con’. ‘Cunt’ but not nearly as offensive as that word is in American English.
Le connard (le co-nar)—With suffixes to exagerate them, ‘connard’ and ‘connasse’ are essentially like ‘con’. English has borrowed diminutive suffixes (‘ette’, for example) but no suffixes to denote that something is larger so we use auxilliaries; something like ‘big fat prick’ or ‘fucking cunt’.
La connasse (la co-nass)- see previous
La pouffiasse (la poof-yass) Cunt, slag. If you call a girl this to her face, you’ll likely get slapped.
La putain (la poot-a-as-in-‘mad’ and the French nasal thing)- Whore. It is also, with ‘merde’ (mared), the most common vulgar exclamation in French so, when said without the article (“Putain!”), it’s equivalent to ‘fuck!’ ‘Fils de pute’ (feess de poot)is ‘sonofabitch’.
L’enculé (lon-queue-lay)- Literally ‘buggered’ or ‘sodomised’, it’s something like ‘fucking asshole’ in English.
Le trou du cul (le true doo queue)—Literally ‘asshole’.
“Putain de merde! T’es un vrai enculé, tu sais?” could be translated as “Motherfucking shit! You’re a real fucking asshole, you know?”
“C’est une poufiasse, celle-là.”—“That one’s a bitch.”
“Ça t’amuse d’être si con tout le temps”—“Do you have fun being such a dick all the time?”
“Ve te faire enculer, connasse!”—Would be literally, “Go get yourself fucked in the ass, bitch.”
i always liked “scheisse” too.
It sounds too much like sneezing, which seems too twee to be effectively sweary.
Awake again!
Kids do learn the swear words that you spout out. When 4l3x was about 3 he started saying, “Shit! I mean ‘shoot,’” because I kept trying to modify my swearing in front of him. I’ve given up and gone back to just plain swearing.
Maybe I should consider some of these other languages, though. Hmmmm.
*HOW* did I never come across poufiasse before now?
I was taught salaud, saloppe, con (though interestingly not conne), putain and enculé at a young age by a frenchman who thought it was hilarious to hear little English girls being pottymouthed in furren. He also taught me bordelle*, in the bedroom = pigsty sense. I uttered a few of these mots during a French lesson once and got into all kinds of trouble with Mrs Willis. I just had no idea of their strength. I think it’s funny now, but teenage Madchen was mortified.
*we should translate this expression into English. The Italians have che casino, after all.
I might print out the french swear words for handy reference. I would sound so sophisticated!
Ha ha! I love that people think French is ‘sophsticated’ when it’s often just an earthy language as crude or as refined as any other.
What I should do is record me reading those so you have an idea of how to say them, Sam.
Quel bordel! Che casino! What a brothel! I just don’t think it would work, Madchen. Maybe ‘what a cathouse!’
you should make what I’m sure would be a very popular web page -The M.White Guide to French Vulgarities
Go get yourself fucked in the ass
this is the classic czech insult (jdi do prdel). the polish version is very similar.
Quel bordel! Che casino! What a brothel! I just don’t think it would work, Madchen. Maybe ‘what a cathouse!’
Haha, there is a popular Glasgow nightclub called “the cathouse”. Madchen has been known to frequent it.
this is the classic czech insult (jdi do prdel). the polish version is very similar.
And in Italian.
a frenchman who thought it was hilarious to hear little English girls being pottymouthed in furren
The English accent is kind of funny in French, though.
Oh good, Sandbox. I like this better than regular ILX because it’s fresher ground. And TITTWIS to boot! This is a treat.
I remember my parents swearing at each other for nearly as long as I can remember, and they used to say words such as “damn” to me (i.e. mild expletives) starting from when I hit adolescence. But I was not allowed to swear, not even “damn”, not even when I was 18 and accidentally said the word “damn” to my parents, which caused my mom to slap me hard. I didn’t start getting away with swearing in front of my parents until I was 21, and even then it took a few years for me to stop flinching and apologizing after saying it. So French swear words could’ve been useful. And children who hear their parents swearing aren’t necessarily likely to repeat it, at least not in front of their parents. (Especially if it’d been insinuated that that thing was not acceptable were the child to value his/her life.)
I’m starting to use moisturizers on a regular basis now, finally getting on board with that whole thing, and it’s remarkable how I can actually FEEL the difference radiating from the inside of me. I had no idea my skin was that much in discomfort. I suppose that before my skin felt uneasy, uncomfortable, overly sensitive to things touching it. But now it feels like it’s finally at rest. And it looks better too, less ashen and more like I suppose the way it’s supposed to look after all my efforts to avoid the sun as much as I reasonably can.
Am kinda wary of hitting that Submit button, but oh well.
No need to worry, at least with me; I’ve been obsessively moisturizing and avoiding the sun since I was 14. (Of course, it is usually necessary to avoid the sun when your skin tone is “clown white,” and if you have dry skin in Minnesota, you are hard pressed to not apply something.)
I kind of felt like all this effort paid off a bit at my last high school reunion when a friend’s husband met both me and my sister (who is younger than me but married a classmate). He told me that I looked younger than her. So I say moisturize away!
Oh Sara, you’re so sweet. Yeah, I’m actually really late to the moisturizing game. Living in a humid climate has stalled that, but also a general sort of inattention to those sorts of things has also contributed to that. So THAT’S the secret to looking younger longer, huh? Moisturizing? Who’d have thought it? Well, not me anyway. That is VERY interesting. And I actually have olive-toned skin, but I still avoid the sun because (a.) I don’t really like it anyway and (b.) because I’ve found out that I tan really easily and I don’t want to be tanned.
Oh dear, I’m hoping that doesn’t evince a really negative response.
Oh, I was going to say, in response to “So THAT’S the secret to looking younger longer, huh? Moisturizing? Who’d have thought it?” : well, erm, everyone who’s seen a magazine / TV advert ever.
But I don’t want to give a negative response since you’ve told me not to.
I don’t moisturise because I can’t be arsed. I’m sure it’d probably help somehow if I did, but I’m managing just fine without.
I’m with alisa on why I don’t mostruize (well bother with almost all beauty regimns period.) During the winter I often do though, when my skin feels dry (which is probably too late). but I“m still being plaguesd with acne which makes me want nothing to touch my skin!
Last night we finally removed our wall cabinets in prepreation for the new ones arriving on Friday. Oh my god the evidence of past termite damage was terrifying. . . Also having your food and dishes spread around the house is not fun. It’s likely to be that way for weeks. :(
I need to upload some of the pics. I think I have about a month’s worth of photos languishing on my camera!
I also moisturize because I am VAIN! Seriously. (Uh, also because my little sister is a beauty queen type and I never was.) I would definitely have more trouble doing it if I had suffered much acne, but then again if you have oilier skin, you probably don’t need the moisture so much in the first place...
Sam the termite thing sounds awful. The whole idea of termites freaks me out!
fortunately they are long gone. We had the house inspected by a termite dude before we bought it and were assured the previous owners had eradicated them, used the best posion, etc etc. But you really can’t tell how bad the damage was until you get inside the walls. They leave little tunnel-like trails as they digest the paper of your drywall. Behind our cabinets the wall was as brittle and thin as eggshell and it looked like a kid’s ant farm had once lived there. Totally disgusting!
G. banished me and my asthmatic ways to the bedroom as he cleaned it all up but we will probably end up having to re-sheetrock that whole wall.
Our house is old by the way. This is what you get with old houses.
It sounds like something I’d like to see—but living near it would make me worry, even if the termites were gone. On the other hand, I guess if the wall was re-sheetrocked I’d probably feel better and never worry about it again...
Also, I love the idea of a “termite dude.”
I think the Scots version is a howf (sp? and a few x-posts)
How old, Sam?
1954. which is old by TX standards.
Sara, I will post a link to the pics when I upload. It is fascinating yet horrifying at the same time (mostly b/c it’s my kitchen.)
Tonight we are having our valentine’s dinner since only fools go out to eat on actual valentine’s.
I will look forward to seeing these pics!
Smart move going out tonight; actual Valentine’s Day goings-out are overcrowded. We have no plans to go out at all; we haven’t even been able to find a sitter so that we can go out for my birthday (which is rapidly fading into the past).
Are you going someplace special, Sam? Or trying something new?
probably not. probably tex-mex and margaritas which is what we both like most anyway. I’ll take any chance to drink margaritas!
and yes we should enjoy the going out for margaritas as much as possible before we reach the point of needing babysitters first. ;)
Watch out; I hear margaritas can figure into winding up needing babysitters. ;)
*insert shocked smiley face here*
Just remember: I have two kids.
I REALLY want a margarita now, too.
Ahem, not to worry, though; A. had a vasectomy after J. was born. (TMI alert!)
Funnily enough, circumstances have dictated we having r valdin the day after.
Which is nice.. Not packed restaurant and can pick the one we like / to try/ best!
xpost ditto. TMI also.
I am going to watch LOST on Valentine’s Day. And worry about the take-home test I’ll get on Thursday. But I do have presents for A. So at least we’re doing something! (hopefully not TMI)
presents? TMI?
I have to finish stitching G.‘s tonights. I hope he doesn’t go overboard for me b/c in the end mine are nothing special.
I will also be watching Lost on vday!
since only fools go out to eat on actual valentine’s.
It will be our 4th or 5th anti-Valentine’s day dinner. We gather up our friends, especially the single ones and go out to dinner. The hardest res on 2/14 is a deuce but for a table for 12, it’s a cinch.
do you make reservations far in advance? how is service?
Mmm, hello everyone. My anti-Valentine’s dinner is with three friends tomorrow night at my fave local spot the Avanti Cafe. Reservations already in place.
We made our res some time ago, Sam, but we’ve had to tweak it as people cancel or get added. We’re going to the same place as last year ’cause it’s reasonable and the service was good.
These large group activities sound extremely fun; I never had that brilliant of a plan for anti-Valentine’s day.
mmm, Sauce, sounds saucy. :) (also, obv. Michael, you are not a fule.)
re: kids and swearing
My son is at this age right now where he REALLY gets a kick out of saying things that are ALMOST swears, ie “son of a biscuit!”, “holy grits!” etc. Sometimes when I and other adults accidentally cuss or say things akin to cussing, he will ask “is that okay for kids to say?”. I think he’s hoping I slip up one day and goes running to his mom school “FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK...dad said it was okay!”.
It makes me really proud of him to see that he, at 7, has enough self-control to not say things that aren’t parent-approved.
I am doing absolutely nothing for Valentine’s Day, and you know, I’m perfectly okay with that. So hey, Sara, I’ll babysit! :)
(stupid distance.)
Spencer does that too, sorta—“Mama, is crap a bad word? Can I say it? What about hell?”
Spencer and the Nickboy need to form a rap duo. Titled that.
Someone swears on the DVD or the TV..
Amber (nine nearly): “oh, Shall I turn it over?”
Blummin sensible kids.
I wish you could babysit; we are supposed to go to a party at A’s boss’s house on Friday, but 4 sitters have turned us down, as have my parents. I think we’re doomed.
I swear way more than I should and usually Al3x doesn’t repeat it. (J. does sometimes, though). The funny thing is that Al3x will call me out on really mild words like, “crap,” which are apparently not allowed in school. He just ignores it if I use serious swear words.
Spencer picked up a couple of bad words when he was very small “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” (oh that pleased my mom somethin’ fierce), but now (if he doesn’t ignore me) he does says things like “mama, you shouldn’t SAY that! It’s a BAD word!”
I should totally tell people I will babysit on Valentine’s Day—I never thought of it. I mean, we have movies and a ton of video games and popcorn and ... yeah.
You could have a crowd of kids! And if you have kids, then they’d have someone to play with and you wouldn’t have to entertain them...
I know, right? Most of my friends here either don’t have kids, or have kids that are way older than mine and don’t need babysitting, so I’ll probably just order chinese and watch sappy movies. It’s cool.
I didn’t know where else to post this but it made me laugh.
i would host a lost-vday fap (will kate choose sawyer or jack?) but there’s that, you know, distance thing.
Okay that is pretty funny about the hoax. The letter wound up in a book? Wow.
Sam, it would be fun to watch LOST with people other than my husband, but most people are not fans of watching with closed captioning. I love it, though, because then I don’t miss anything. (Kate chooses Sawyer, therefore proving that good taste occasionally prevails, even on network tv. I gotta say, though, that Jack’s heroics made me almost like him.)
I say she should go heal Sayed’s broken heart. Or make Hurley a man.
Mmmmm Sayid. Yum. (That would make way more sense than either Sawyer or Jack in my opinion).
I want more Hurley, too. He’s funny and sweet and therefore attractive.
There’s not enough JIN in this series yet either (just repping for other handsome dude)
overall—way too much Jack and Sawyer. esp Jack.
Am I wrong for being shocked that a v-day card and a pack of hairbands just cost me $7.50. what the hell? shit be expensive. . .
JIN, too. Very awesome.
Cards in general are insanely expensive. My mother has taken to not buying them and spending the money on a small thing of chocolates instead. I guess that wouldn’t make much sense if you were sending chocolates already, though.
it’s just a card for G to accompany his oh so loving car mats and stuffed creature. I think it was 3 or 4 bucks. sigh.
That’s what I mean; cards used to be a lot cheaper than that! Maybe I’m just projecting into the future, though; are they going to be $10 when I’m 90? (I fear I’m sounding like a combination of the Grumpy Old Man and a really fretful old lady...)
A customer pointed out the other day that I kept apologizing for the prices of things. Every time I sell a four dollar loaf of bread, I feel like someone’s being cheated. (I know a large part of this is the culture shock of moving back to the expensive northeast, though.)
— that was connected to the discussion by the fact that I noticed the other day, sodas are more expensive than when I was a kid, candy bars are more expensive, but the “2 for $1” bags of candy and the 25-cent ice cream bars are the same price — because they simply made them smaller.
everything’s more expensive! wtf?!?
Cans of coke costing .75 sucks b/c you could used to be able to get a coke and a snack for one buck. :(
it got totally freaking frigid here this morning. boo. :(
Cokes should never cost more than 50 cents. It should be a law!
Sorry to hear about the cold weather Sam. My car said it was 5 degrees out when I dropped J. off at preschool; it would be okay if there wasn’t some wind. Brrrr.
I thought I would be virtuous and exercise this morning, but I’m just going to take a nap instead.
I will shut up about my cold weather. I know you can pwn it.
my allergies are acting up today to. as are my clients. bah. where is something good to entertain me?
always get cards at the dollar store.
:( I’m way too last minute with my cards for this. I went to the crappy CVS by campus that only had a few picked over cards left (although I did find a nice one.)
Target actually has lots of cool, not so high cards. (well that’s true for everything at target.)
do not want to be at work today.
I checked out the break room vending machine for the first time the other day (I’ve been being virtuous by not even looking at it). It is FULL OF POPTARTS for $0.20!!!! Only strawberry though. Maybe I’ll take one home to Mr. Jaq as a valentine offering, in case Amaz0n doesn’t deliver as they promised.
!!!!
I just bought poptarts downstairs in our vending machine, 2 for $1. they were apple strueduel. not even strawberry. :(
I wanted to send a card to a friend of mine yesterday and realized the store doesn’t sell them — so I sent her a First Communion card. I figured, hell, at least it’s pink.
$4, ftr.
im at the office all day...im supposed to cook dinner tonight for v-day, but if i have to snowblow when i get home, that ain’t happening. its v-day everyday at my house anyways.
hi chris!!
Ava REQUIRES petting. Now!
aww, such a sweet kitty on such a classy chair!
Sweet?!
Pushy little broad is more like it.
that’s wheezy. never seen a pushier, more loudmouth cat.
Ha ha. She’s only been there for what, a month, and she already acts as if she owns the place?
adorable tuxedo cat!
Biff is a total loud mouth too. He’s such a punk, but then he does adorable things like curling up next to you and resting his head against your cheek.
Wheezy is a brat. she dominates the bed and you risk getting nipped if you push her. when she wants food she yells so loudly I’m sure the whole neighborhood can hear her. (this doesn’t bother me so much except when I first get up and stumble into the kitchen. I try to tell myself to take a deep breath and get used to it. Baby cries are surely worse.)
Neither she nor our other shelter pet, Missy, are grateful. I constantly threaten to return them to their concrete kennels if they don’t show us some respect. Only Bandit, gotten off of craigslist, is loving and thankful.
Wheezy! So sassy! Biff whines and complains, esp. for wet food in the evening. He’s such a jerk, but he’s so adorable, and really can be the sweetest fellow imaginable. He LOVES to be held, and will yell at me if I put him down before he wants to actually get down. Gertrude, I’m convinced is the sweetest cat in the world. She has the best disposition. So friendly! She has befriended Stella, the stray kitty, who still hides a lot, but comes out and hangs out whenever I’m knitting on the couch. She and Biff don’t really get along (because Biff is a bully), but it’s way better than it was before.
I’m so late in the game but Che Casino means what a disaster or chaos but it also means bordello. I used this on a professor in Rome to describe Roma II (his college and where I was on Erasmus) a few years ago, he didn’t like me before and positively hated me afterwards!
What a cathouse! ;)
Exactly!
Also it was Roma III, pedantic I know...
Question for y’all: how do I handle this situation? I have a radio show here in nashville, and I’m getting emails from listeners who want me to DJ with them, or exchange mix cds! I politely bowed out of the co-DJing with “I find that I’m really lazy and can barely prepare for one show” (said a bit more tactfully). I want to respond, because I appreciate that people like my show, and it’s the nice thing to do. But, I don’t really want to meet these people.
You can always just explain that, while you wish you could whatever it is you don’t want to do, your busy schedule just doesn’t allow it at this time.
That sounds good! I really don’t want to sound like a jerk, because I appreciate everyone who listens. Today, though, I got a weird call of, “Did I meet you in Franklin? You were really good looking! You sound familiar.” “Uhh, no, that wasn’t me.”
Thank them for their interest in your show and for taking the time to write you to tell you they like it but explain that with the time demands on you from work, family, friends, etcetera, it wouldn’t be fair to them to imply that you could dj with them or share mix cds. Then encourage them to continue writing with comments or suggestions.
I think what Sara says is good molly. maybe add that if you’re time allows in the future you’d let them and maybe do something then? (that might be dishonest though). I have this problem with social activities period. ugh.
just returned from a pysch visit, 3 hours late to work, $200 and two vials of blood lighter. ugh. also a new script. for buspar. supposed to reign in my anxiety and “chatter”. we’ll see.
I like “chatter” myself... less anxiety is always good, however.
the chatter is in my head. it get’s annoying sometimes.
Well, I suppose in that case it makes sense; I hope it works!
I just have a dumb, never shut up brain that makes it hard for me to concentrate, sleep etc. The best help I’ve found so far is keeping a notebook with me to write things down just to get them out of my head (kind of like Dumbledore’s penseive) or wearing headphones to lull my dumb brain to sleep with sweet music.
i’m pretty happy med-wise right now and don’t really want to f with things but apparently buspar is pretty mild. maybe it will work. who knows.
still dragging from fasting for blood draw all morning. waiting to meet with boss. boo.
What’s up with ethan this morning starting 10 million jean teasdale-esqe threads?
The best help I’ve found so far is keeping a notebook with me to write things down just to get them out of my head
And we’re back to why I started this thread in the first place! Finally, someone gets it.
Anyway, happy Mardi Gras, y’all!
yes, I forgot ILX! The best mental help tool evah! ;)
happy mardi gras to you too!
Faites gras, tout le monde!
I just had an email from my sister that she made a king cake—so jealous!
Happy Mardi Gras, TITTWISers!
ohmigod I am dragging so hard. I feel like I’m a south park construction paper character today. what did that witchy phleabotimist take out with my blood? Do you think I could get out of work the rest of the day and go drink for mardi gras?
Sam, I write stuff down for a similar reason. Unfortunately I tend to ignore what I wrote down—thus, I have a fleet of Post-It notes on my desk.
And yes—happy Mardi Gras!
That’s the spirit(s), Sam.
“I don’t feel well enough to work. Do you mind if I go drink, instead?”
While we’re celebrating;
food and caffiene are not helping me. gah!
oh man. . .now I really want cherry pie. (and beer.)
Channelling your inner Homer, eh, Sam?
:( I think homer lives in my belly. he needs to live.
I feel like I want something else to eat besdies my lean cuisne but can’t think of anything I want. (probably a good sign I don’t need anything.)
I need to shut up and get back to php’ing and documentation-writin’ and other lovely things.
I’ve been froggin’ out and dunkin’ croissant in my coffee. So good!
I’ve been froggin’ out and dunkin’ croissant in my coffee. So good!
Le sigh. I miss my mornings in Besancon.
I know it’s not the done thing, but it’s so good.
Puis-je t’offrir une petite cédille, molly? ;)
I realize now why I feel like total crap. i haven’t taken my medicine due to pre-blood fasting! man do i hate hate hate when my routine is thrown. :( I want to go home.
j’ai oublié la cedille! je suis soûle maintenant.
(i wish)
Moi aussi.
argh the french. you fancy butts.
I loved learning French, but my comprehension is poor these days. C’est tragique.
mine is zilch. how do you say that in french?
Je n’y pige quedalle
In slang, at least.
Here’s one of my favorite French sayings which my Algerian friend would yell all the time: Ça me fait chier. (sah muh fey she-A)
Literally, it means: that makes me shit. But it’s great for saying that something sucks. “Mon boulot? Ça me fait chier.” (My job? It sucks)
I was merely being a pedant and giving molly some grief for not writing Besanançon with the cedilla on the c and then she claimed (falsely, apparently) to be drunk.
This should probably go on the librarian thread, but group meetings turn into a bitchfest about Amazon. I need a drink.
Why?
We just read this annoying article written by some bigwigs who dictate library catalogs, that claimed that users will just turn to Amazon for their books. Problems with that actually happening 1) Totally classist! Libraries are free! Not everyone can afford to buy every book they’d like to read, 2) Amazon search results can suck (i.e. no authority control).
/end rant.
1a) Libraries often have out-of-print books that could run you ten or twenty times their cover price on Amazon Marketplace, even when they aren’t rare/collectible!
i like the librarian talk. alas, I have not been to one in years.
The worst or second-worst thing about where I live — specifically, as opposed to regionally — is that the library I’m close to isn’t in my town, and the one in my town I’m not close to. I could join the nearer one, but it’s like $100 a year or something (and small, even if it is several times larger than when I was a kid).
(Second-worst or worst: because I live on the town line, hardly anyone delivers.)
Food?
You can never have too much librarian talk, book talk in general, or food talk.
Paying to join a public library Tep? Sacre bleu! (But I’m spoiled with a good public library system, plus the two college libraries right in town.)
Oh, yeah. I mean, they don’t deliver anything else either, but that’s okay. I have one, maybe two pizza places — one of which is cash-only — and two Chinese places, one of them terrible and the other pretty good for mall-type Chinese. There’s a billion places that deliver in town, but I’m outside the delivery radius. Even Pizza Hut and so on don’t come this far.
xp; yeah, you only have to pay if you aren’t a resident. When I was a kid, we joined the Nashua Library (the town I live in now, but not then) because it was so much bigger that it was worthwhile. But that was $60 or so in 1980s dollars, so I guess the $100 for the smaller library now is cheaper, in constant $.
I think I’m gonna go stalk Charlie Louvin (no, not really). He’s going to be at the radio station tonight and I think I need to pop on by and see what’s up. I must promise myself I won’t become saddo fangirl (“OMG I LOVE YOU!”).
Tell him Bubba said hey.
Charlie Louvin is the cutest man alive. He sang to me (!) and then was cracking jokes for the remainder of the evening. “I’m gonna go talk to the blonde!” Then Jello Biafra showed up (seriously, I’m not making this up).
The show is Hipbilly Jamboree. You can stream it from there if you like. The sound is a bit whack, but I hope you can hear the joke where he claims to be Anna Nicole’s baby daddy. I think it starts around 8:34 in.
Sara, re: peanut butter: http://mvaldemar.livejournal.com/210390.html
remind me who charlie louvin is?
I have an 8:30 mtg, at my place. that’s far, far too early.
Oooooh thanks! You have sold me on the cinnamon-raisin for sure.
So you’re a writer? How cool and interesting! I have a couple of published writer friends (Maryjanice Davidson and Emily Rapp), and I am so amazed by their careers. Actually, I’m even just amazed at the idea that—at least in MJ’s case—she has to motivate herself to get her job done.
being a published writer is one of the true personal goals I have to accomplish. my only “resolution” this year was to seriously write. I might take a class. not sure how I feel about this.
I think it sounds fun, Sam! Being published seems to be a lot about being persistent, too. So I say go for it!
persistence and discpline. . .two things I don’t have much of! It’s an exercise in self-improvement really.
Yeah, I split my writing time between fiction — publication of which has slowed down since I started writing novels, because the turnaround time can take years and I’m writing fewer short stories in the meantime, so even if I sell the same percentage of them ... well, there you go — and scholarly-type work for hire. Encyclopedias and high school textbooks mostly.
Motivation can be tricky. I’m currently working on an “easy 100,000 word novel” (that’s standard length) as a break from my giant 250K-300K novel that I spent all last year working on, because spending that long on something without finishing was giving me a weird remix of cabin fever. It’s exactly the kind of thing that would normally be a terrible idea — usually that’s how people wind up with eleven first chapters and no final chapters — but I think in this case it’s the way to go.
Sam—I don’t have them either, don’t feel bad. You’re developing them as you go, right?
Tep—wow, a 250K novel?! I can barely motivate myself to read 10 pages to study for a quiz lately. Your motivation is impressive and terrifying!
my wife is published in a few medical journals...does that count. i have that going for me at least.
Professional TV writer yo! Only 2 scripts, neither made, but that’s by the by.
Making a living by writing is a hard living. kudos to any who do it.
i’ve had some articles and stuff published before but I’m aiming for a book, preferably fiction. Not an easy or short term task but I think it’s doable before I die. Not like wanting to be a rock star or model or something.
i’ve always fantasized about writing a screenplay, but no one wants to see American Pie all over again.
i have been published 3 times. i might manage to get more if i would actually write these days.
Tep—wow, a 250K novel?!
Yeah, it’s big. Starts in the 50s when the protagonist is 13, goes up to the 2010s or so when he has grandkids. I’m 80K or so in right now, in the mid-1960s. Multiple viewpoints, the works. This is my big one.
I’ve just been doing this so long now, though, and made it such a focus, that I don’t really know how to not write. Anything’s easy/easier if you do it all the time.
I like American Pie. And that kind of film is $$$$ at the BO, Chris. If you write it, I’ll read it.
— re: impressive/terrifying/etc., really it’s like age. I remember vividly when 14 sounded old and mature to me, because that’s how old my babysitters were. I remember when 21 sounded sort of complete, and when 30 sounded old. But you get there and find out you’re not a superhero and everything is spectacularly normal.
high today in Austin, 81. ack!
I feel completely lazy compared to everyone else. I had a poem published once. (I always liked writing poems because it’s easy to finish them.)
81?! It is in the high 30s and low 40s in Minnesota and honestly, after that last couple of weeks, it feels tropical. I’d take 81 for a day, though.
I don’t mind 81 so much but in Feb, it worries me. I dread boiling and baking for months ahead.
Poems are hard to me! Fewer words are harder to write since you have to be so much more careful with them.
I wrote a check yeterday.
checks are so archaic! I only ever write checks to two people anymore.
Not to worry Sam; most of my poems suck. I wasn’t so much careful with words as just needing to vent a lot of anger and hurt. I rarely write them anymore.
The only thing I wrote yesterday was answers to a physiology quiz. Answers I did not know, btw. (Thankfully, the prof drops our two lowest quiz scores. But I’d better improve by next week.)
I’ve just wrote about 15 pages of policy and procedure documentation as well as client SLAs. urgh, why are my co-workers so lazy? Everybody blows stuff like this off until it absolutely has to been and I just bust it out out of frustration.
i had to go shopping for work yesterday. it was rad! i spent $298! on FOOD thats just going to be photographed and then hopefully eaten, by me.
Sam, Charlie Louvin was a member of The Louvin Brothers, and he’s a bit of a country legend. He sang lots of old-timey gospel, bluegrass and straight up country. Well, he still does (hence his interview last night). Hearing him talk about this (one of the more famous Louvin Bros. albums) was fantastic:
And then he told me blonde jokes. Charlie Louvin is a CARD!
Louvin Bros. are famous for their harmonizing, right?
Yup! Ira (who has since passed away) had a high tenor voice, a la Bill Monroe. Charlie was telling stories about Bill Monroe and I almost passed out.
Between Sam and maunders, I know whose job I want.
I’m clueless about Charlie Louvin (and country music in general), but he sounds pretty fun!
I’m pretty sure I saw an ‘American Experience’ type doc that mentioned the Louvins.
I also easily get crushes on little old men. His new album is out (“wherever records are sold”), and it has folks like Jeff Tweedy, Elvis Costello and Will Oldham (whose name he couldn’t remember — adorable!) making guest appearances.
I just got my hair cut and spent way too much money on product. Having curly hair is a bitch.
i just got to make sure a famous designers trust account was looking good. it must be nice to have 25 million dollars in a trust.
i’ve also had numerous baseball players accounts, an american idols account and one famous attorney with a penchant for rhyming.
it must also be nice to have a schmuck like me look it over to make sure its all in good order....
I wonder if gynecologists ever feel that way?
The Louvin Brothers
ahh, duh. I knew the name was familiar. I actually used to date a guy whose brother duo patterened themselves largely on the louvin bros. eons ago.
Michael, rough indeed! Those sure aren’t hostels.
I once created a file for one of the biggest Bollywood film stars. He had great press shots of himself. I wanted to keep them and hang them all over my cube.
Everyone has cooler jobs than I do! (Of course, when you don’t really have a job...)
i’ll trade you!
I beg to differ, Sara.
Good point luna—I meant a paid job.
(Kids are a huge, relentless job and don’t let anyone tell you any different!)
Sam, we should trade for a day! (Today would be good; it’s even 45 degrees out here, so the weather wouldn’t scare you off in 5 minutes.)
It still stands—I get paid for this suck ass bullshit demeaning demoralizing dealing with men who are crying babies nonsense, but let me tell you, it’s not a cooler job than anyone’s.
Okay, yours doesn’t sound that good; I admit it.