:dubious: It says “Gummi” right on the label of the brand-name bags.
Never been to Munich (nor do I converse about it on a regular basis), so it doesn’t come up.
As to it being a “loan” word, it behooves us to not fuck it up with modifications before we return it.
You are unfamiliar with the workings of English. It is the bully of languages. It jumps other languages in dark alleys, rifles through their pockets, and uses whatever vocabulary it chooses with impunity.
If we were speaking German, my last name would be Von der Burg instead of what it has been anglicized to be for the last three hundred years.
Pinched nerves suck royally. All I can say is I’m sorry and send good thoughts your way. 
I’ve had one in my neck acting up, sometimes a heating pad helps, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes drugs help, sometimes they don’t. Sucks, I say.
Oh, I’m familiar with the ways of my mother tongue. But I refuse to condone them, and I’m comfortable with repudiating the most egregious ones, as the opportunities present themselves.
Come around some day, and I’ll buy you a beer and persuade you to start referring to a certain Indiana university as No-tra Dahm. I might even buy you a hot dog at Das Wienerschnitzel.
Progressive taxpayers’ association,
are you high? I sort of thought you were smoking something when you decided to splinter off from the regular taxpayers’ association last year so you could charge a membership fee, but your mailing is too much. If you’re going to make numbers up, how come you didn’t pick ones that were actually plausible? Instead you decided to claim that during the 2010 elections “over 7,500 registered voters in the town of didn’t vote.” Right…there are slightly less than 10,000 people in town, and almost 30% are children under the age of 18, so there’s no way in hell there are even 7,500 registered voters total let alone that many who didn’t vote. Idiots.
That would be “misuses”, actually.
To the man in the silver lexus yesterday afternoon.
Dear Dickwad:
I realize that you’re a busy and important man and other people sharing the road is an annoyance however your problem solving skills need work. For instance, when we’re passing an onramp and I move from the far right lane to the middle lane in order to let people merge onto the highway safely it was not specifically to annoy you. There was so much space between you and the car in front of you that it was measured is kms not car lengths so the horn blowing and swerving within your lane about 1 min after I moved was a little excessive.
I didn’t increase my speed after your little display, partly because I was doing the same speed as the car in front of me and partly because that speed was already 20km over the limit. What I’m unclear on is why you didn’t move over one more lane to the left where the speed of traffic seemed to be about 130km/hr and where there were frequent gaps to allow additional cars to join the flow.
The extra finger waving and fist shaking as we proceeded down the highway was a little puzzling because as I said, there were other options available to you.
OH, just one thing. 10km later when that tractor trailer signaled a lane change into our lane I did deliberately slow down to let him in. It was particularly fun since it happened only a km away from my exit so I left you stuck behind him.
Hope you had a great evening!
Lady in the tiny car.
Motherfucking vanity sizing! Enough with this bullshit. If you stay consistent I will keep buying from you. I’m 5’ 10 and not tiny, why the hell are your 4s too big now Banana Republic?! That’s insane! Eat my return charges!!!
Also dog, just blow your damn coat already or you will continue to be furminated.
I’m in TL;DR hell. I volunteered to help with a local political campaign and the main person I’m working with cannot say anything in a reasonable amount of words. She sent me eight (EIGHT!) emails yesterday, each over 300 words. All to “discuss” a fairly simple thing I had to do today. She mentioned she wanted to call me to “bounce some ideas” off me. I turned off my phone. Gah!
I completely misread this line :o
So the ex-wife says “Maybe I was a bit rash in breaking us up?” Gee, ya think? Too late now…
Yesterday, I mentioned offhand to NiceSweetCoworker that I had {XYZ} song stuck in my head. Today we’re coming back from a birthday lunch together and she turns up the radio, saying “Hey! It’s that song that was stuck in your head yesterday!”
Yes. Yes it is. Now it’s stuck in there again. THANKS. :mad:
Provided for the curious, but spoilered in case you don’t need the earworm:
Shakira “My Hips Don’t Lie.” No, girl, no they sure don’t, but I don’t need my cerebral cortex or whatever the hell part of your brain does it reminding me overandoverandover of this fact.
Huh. I always wondered how people wound up re-marrying their exes …
Not this time. Just don’t feel it anymore. Besides, my family would kill me. 
I do feel for her two sons though - at 5 and 7 they could use a regular father figure in their lives. Ex’s constant stream of boyfriends isn’t cutting it. I still watch them occasionally to help her out but that may be confusing them. Sigh.
Guess that makes you the father figure, at least for now.
Damn, but it’s windy outside. It’s making my anxiety go way up, in small part to the constant urgent motion I see out of the corner of my eyes (we have some tall trees right in front of my office’s window) but mostly because I got a chance to scatter some seeds yesterday but ran out of time to water them in (I get home near dark - can’t WAIT for DST to kick in!!!) and now I’m afraid all my potential pretty flowers have all blown away. 
I may be watering in the darkness tonight, hoping I’m not too late …
Hands out chocolate, hugs, tissues, crowbars, ect as needed.
BottledBlondJeanie, what kind of pup do you have?
Dear Ceiling Vent Cover,
I hate you. It’s not your fault, it’s just how you are made, but I still hate you. I used to have a lovely vent cover that could be opened and closed by easily pushing a level forwards or backwards. There might have been a vent cover at some point that had a little circle thing that could be rolled backwards or forwards to open or close. But you, you must be difficult. You must be pushed at all corners to close and pulled at all corners to open. A step ladder is required at the least, and then someone usually grabs a putter (yes, the golf club kind) to be able to reach you. In the middle of summer it’s not much of a problem, its hot all of the time but in the weird fall/winter/spring weather where its 80 degrees out one day, 40 degrees that night and then who knows what the next day it’s a bit of a pain. I’ve asked those who would know about alternative vents, but allegedly these are all that are available now. So for now I have only my seething hate for you, Ceiling Vent Cover. Unfortunately it’s not a cold, frosty hate but has become a burning ire … which doesn’t really help the situation.
With Deepest Annoyance,
Thursday
You should shop at the Gap, their clothing is magical. I have pants from there in sizes 6-10 and they all more or less fit. What are they doing, sizing by the quarter inch?
Dodger died today. We knew it was coming due to his bad heart, but it still sucks.
Condolences, curlcoat.
Goddamned Cold and Flu shit. I have been sick for 12 days running. Through ending my old job to the first 7 working days on the new job*. Today was the absolute worst, sore throat, plugged solid, feeling like shit, but I soldiered through it. I can’t sleep for more than a few minutes at a time because I can’t breath through my nose for longer than that. Funky dreams, twitchy from cold meds, mild fever, blah blah blah.
FUCK.
I just want to be well.
You know what’s bad? When you keep waking up because your mouth is crusty and dried out from breathing through it in your sleep, then one time you wake up because stomach acid comes shooting up your throat, not enough to vomit, but enough to cream your vocal cords.
- Which is wonderful so far, btw.