Now, being the down-to-earth type (like I have a choice, living here on Earth and all), I would just as soon call myself a Candlemaker. Note capitalization, this is a true title we are talking about here.
But I figured that some smartypants would have to point out that “chandler” is the correct title for someone who makes candles. Whatever. I just make the things, I didn’t develop the whole terminolog associated with them. If I had, I would be called something like “Goddess of Fire”. No, no, I think "Eternal Goddess of Fire." You know, something low-key and down to earth, like me.
Now chandeliers, that’s a different story. I don’t even have a chandelier. But if I did, I would put real candles on it, just to freak people out. Handmade candles, handmade soap, dogs, cats, herb garden, oh man. I am just getting too down-to-earth for my own good here.
~karol (maybe I should change my name to Lemon Balm or something?
Banana bread, anyone? Shibb, li’l banana bread for you? I have Banana Bread, Double-Banana Banana Bread, and Babanabreda for the keyboard-impaired. One slice? Four slices? Well, sure, anything for you. Absolutely.
Got some biscotti here too. Just scrape off that black part. It’s supposed to be there, then you scrape it off. I do that for maximum flavor. You just have to be a…a…biscotti maker to understand, trust me.
Maybe I should’ve brought the Dirt Devil to vacuum up all these crumbs…here, I’ll just brush them into the carpet really well and no one will notice, I’m sure. Ta-dahhhh! Instant housekeeping!
Oohhh… you mean it wouldn’t look good? But… but… but I really WANTED it! ::sniffle:: Come on, please? I bet it would look great!
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Actually, I’m thisclose to getting the gryphon that David Boreanez’s character Angel has. You can see it here
Oh, and I’m hurt… insulted even… that you would even for a moment think I would allow any kind of burgeoning friendship with Lindy to come between us. After all I did… uhhhh… after I gave such… errrr… after my convincing arguments that won me my place as Special Friend. Lindy’s nice and all… and a good fall-back for when you’re busy with your other Special Friends, but he can never be my Rue. [sub]Psst… Lindy… I’m only saying this so I don’t lose my Special Friend status. You’re a peach… really! Still buds?[/sub]
Yay! I love peaches! They’re my favorite fruit. Well, there’s also mangoes. And watermelon. And…well, you get the idea. Which was…oh, yeah. Peaches! And I am one! Well, that’ll certainly do for openers.
And the tattoo description was just lovely–as I’m sure the real thing is in person. I’ve gotta second what Rue said, though–the Index would just hurt. Unless it’s a really small book. Like those books you sometimes see that are the size of a postage stamp with teeny-tiny writing. How do they do that, anyway? I was in Mexico once, and there were these women who would write a Bible verse or something onto a grain of rice, but I never got close enough to see how they were doing it. What good would that do? I mean, it’s a grain of rice. What if you lose it? Or mix it in with your risotto or something? You know those things have to cost a dollar or two, and that’s really just the labor cost. The rice itself barely costs anything.
Anyhoo, good morning all (and a Special Good Morning[sup]TM[/sup] to bobkitty ;))!
Aaaaacckkk! Rue, you’ve got to stop. Sure, the banana bread was tasty and all ::wipes mouth with shirtsleeve:: but now everyone is starting to talk like you. Just see LindyHopper’s post above. It must be the success with the ladies. But I can’t take a whole world full of RueClones. It would cheapen you, somehow. Prices slashed from $1.00 to 25 cents? You get the picture.
Perhaps It’s A Rue World, After All, but I don’t know if I can handle that. For the love of Jake, make them stop.
Hey, ShibbOleth, you should see the way FairyChatMom writes in these threads. I don’t hold a candle to her. And besides, we only do it in Rue’s threads. It’s not like it’s spreading, cancerlike, across the whole board. Throw us a bone, here!
Shibb, it’s really easy to tell me and Lindy apart. I’ve never been to Mexico, and he’s not being investigated by the Secret Service (they bring you your food, they just don’t tell you about it. Shhh… secret.) for a certain underpants related incedent.
See? See what I mean? I never would have come up with something like that. I probably would have said “You’re too kind”, then followed it up with something about how that doesn’t really make sense; you can’t be too kind. If you’re being so kind it annoys people, you’re not being kind anymore, etc., etc.
What are you saying, Lindy? You want to be a smartass just like me? I dunno - it’s an art… takes years of practice… intense study… attitudinal adjustment… no sense of decorum… antisocial tendencies… a slight mean streak…
Quick, Scout Girl! To the Ruemobile! We have some serious palling around to do!
And speaking of scout… why 1222? Were there 1221 (very much inferior) scouts ahead of you when you signed up somewhere? Were you born three days before Christmas? (That would suck. Having your birthday bleed into Christmas. Sometimes my birthday falls on Thanksgiving. I’ve had pumpkin pie with candles in it.) Is there something fascinating to you that happened 156 years after The Norman Conquest? (Or was that the signing of the Magna Charta?) And why the small “s”?
Your mysterious name begs so many questions.
-Rue.
P.S. If someone threatened me with candle-holding, I’d bring up this post:
Then toss out bodypoet as a diversion. Then I could just spout out some non-sequitor, and dive for cover.
Yeah! Smartassery is cool. You’ve gotta be careful not to use it too much around non-smartasses, though. They tend to get cranky and smack you on the back of the head.
I couldn’t possibly be your friend, Rue, for I am so unworthy (note the post count). Can I instead be the lowly lackie that drivels on about how cool you are?
Don’t you just love that word drivel? It sounds like dribble - not that which you would do with a ball but rather like the rivulet of drool that seeps from your mouth while you’re trying to impress someone with a really important point. But of course all they see is the drool. Which, incidentally, has about as much value as the drivel, and also comes out of your mouth. I just love that word.
But anyway - you can imagine me bouncing around, being the total yes man. Not that I’d be screaming “Yes! Yes! Ohhhhh Yes! Again! Harder!” like the neighbors do in the wee hours of the night while they’re playing their late Scrabble[sup]TM[/sup] games. Naw, I’d just agree whole-heartedly with anything you say. Everyone needs a yes man, don’t you? (correct answer: “Yes, Man!”)
::ThunderBunny uneasily eyes the IceWolf, remembering all the fairy tales he’s heard, and what wolves do to bunnies…
Far be it from me to resort to physical violence… unless you ask politely. If I can’t come up with a vanquishing retort or a witty riposte, and I’m unable to subdue another smartass with The Look[sup]TM[/sup], then I prefer to choose the high road. Unless the other goes home via the low road - I’ll run him down either place.
So, Lindy, are you interested in learning my techniques? I’m available for tutoring… for a price…
<cue ominous music>