dogslife

You know you didn't write that stuff last week. *jilted*

Tunnel vision never ceases to amaze me. It's difficult to believe that people can know so little about other cutures and still manage to get along. Especially not knowing about couscous, which has been a staple of my diet for some time now (the fact that it's cheap and easy make it an ideal poor man's meal.)

You should definitely post a couscous recipe in the kitchen group. I bought some and didn't know what to do with it.

all will bow down before that glorious white suite.

Is that, perhaps, the bard of the Edmund Fitzgerald?

re: Rufus, I've never seen the guy live. I'm not sure I could go quite that far ...

Good call. You could argue for epenthesis, that she was going for normalcy and stuck the i in there. But there aren't many conditions in English, at least in North America, that have that kind of epenthesis. But you could also argue that she was trying to say normality and swapped the t for a c. In that case, it'd be a little more complicated, but would have something to do with feature swapping on the phonological level. On the sociolinguistic level, it would also indicate that she didn't know which was the correct form, but had some inkling she was off.

I'd have a hard time making a completely convincing case for either. This is why I'm not doing a Ph.D. in linguistics; people write dissertations on things just like this. Did you happen to take a stylistics course in grad school?

Thanks for the advice!

Where in Canada are you? So far, I've been to Hamilton, Ottawa and Toronto.

Yikes - hope the crankiness is subsiding, mate.

Thanks for the birthday wishes. It had a rough start but a delightful end, with several co-workers joining the girl and I for dinner at the Keg, where deeeeelicious food was had by all.

I got spoiled and probably still smell vaguely of steak.

If that isn't a day won, then I don't know what is.

Not a problem. Head-in-ass-ery calls for some levity.

Oh, corndogs are still king.

"one is the number divided by twoooo..."

oh, those wily intestines, always trying to get out. sorry to hear about that, man. i hear they're not too fun.

so, what were you lifting incorrectly?

Yeah, part of being an asshole exterminator is you have to find a non-customer service job. Getting fired is too great of a risk and the unemployed are generally less qualified to regulate since most people find it easy to ignore them by telling themselves it's just the booze talkin'.

I wish all cancer went away when you shit.

I definitely tried to pay attention to what everyone said, but I have to credit GQ and Esquire with at least part of the change. Honestly though, the hat was just for fun. I ended up liking it too much, I think.

Thanks for the invite.

Yes, am back. Nice to hear from you.

Gary says hello, as well. He's been taking investment courses at the local community college, the freakin loon. It's a waste of time I tell him but he won't hear any of it.

Howve you been? I thought you ditched this place, too.

Que?

I am not of the "in" from whence these jokes emerge.

it would be great if i were battling one-eyed aliens or conversing with sentient life from the fifth dimension or something, but these all seem to have the same theme: real life drama.

blah.

Well, that's a good deal less creepy than showing me pictures of someone stranger's grandkids.

I had a grandkid once.

But he died because I forgot to punch holes in the jar's lid.

Huzzah!