Yeah, she was in there. My proofreader was just asleep at the switch when I wrote up the OP. He is a lazy bastard, my proofreader. (Huh. Looking back Tatiana didn’t get amention til the 11th post. The one by Freddy the Pig. Good catch Fred!)
Did anyone watch Alias last night? It’s just a little show and hardly anyone watches so you might have missed it. One of the Russian women in the faux-'burb was named “Tatiana”. Not, like, her “undercover” name, but her real Russian name. Her undercover name could have been “Barb” or “Tracy” or something. I didn’t pay that close attention.
Am I the only one who loves it when Kalley does her stand up comic routine? Or is it the fact that nothing can be too juvenile for me not to laugh, giggle or <snerk> at it?
I didn’t get me no Backyard Burger yesterday. ACBG had to work late so I went home and heated me up some left over roast, carrots and smashed taters. Then I drank several beers and did some drunk posting on another message board. I am trying to spare the Dope from a whole lot of my drunk posts. It’s a mercy thing.
I’m gonna get me my Backyard Burger tonight even if I have to go all by myself. I got me a craving for one.
VunderWife stayed up all night, so when I got out of bed today to head to the salt mine, she had Channel 13 on. Then I spotted a rehead (still don’t know her name) doing the morning weather who I’ve never seen before.
Oh. My. Gawd. She should do her report topless, and point out all the places where the temperature is nippy.
Your hunney Vanessa is gnawbone ugly in comparison. I’m in lust. There’s a storm in my heart for the weather girl;
There’s a storm in my heart for the weather girl
on Channel 13!
Silly bumba! I was trying to be funny. Guess I better not quit my day job. Anyway, I’m of the folks what calls it ketchup (or catch up, if you prefer).
Well thank you. I’m flattered. And when we meet, I’ll tell you how to pronounce it - although I’m sure you’re not far off.
I guess what I meant when I said “shafted” is all the trouble I’ve had with my name. It starts with an ‘M’, everyone else, so whenever the teachers use to start to say “Mmm” I would raise my hand and say “Here! It’s me” and give them my nickname. And the nickname was even worse, back then.
Since Flamsterette_X always puts birthday greetings in Chinese, I’ll add it in Hindi:
Janam din mubarak hai!
Literal translation: “Congratulations on your birthday!”
And just who are you calling a ho?!?! :eek: See, swampy, you’re not the only one who can indulge in junior high school humor…
Yes, I’m back. It was fun. Today was MammoDay! I got squished - FOUR TIMES! For those who never have or never will experience the, um, joy that is a mammogram, it’s done twice per chestal protrusion - once squooshing from top down, and once squooshing from the side. I honestly don’t know what’s worse - if you’re amply endowed, they’ve gotta squooooooosh really hard to get what you got as compressed as possible. But if you’re flat-chested, there’s not a whole lot to get squooshed in the first place.
I vaguely recall seeing something in the news some years back about someone researching a device that would slip on like a bra, no squooshing required, and it would take the necessary images to detect potential bad stuff. I asked the tech about it and she looked at me like I was crazy. I don’t think I dreamed it up, but if I did, I think I should patent that dream and get to work inventing it. I’ll make a fortune, and win the gratitude and adulation of women the world over.
Not that I’d do it for adulation. I’m all about helping out. Because I’m nice. I think we’ve covered that already…
Oh yeah, something else I was thinking about, regarding the whole name thing (speaking of the OP) - the first name of the man from whom we bought our house is Swepson. His wife called him Swep.
I googled it and there’s someone else whose first name is Swepson and he wrotebooks about the Chesapeake Bay, which is pretty much just down the road from me. So I’m wondering if it’s a local name. I’m also wondering what would possess a new mother to look at her precious baby nursing at her breast and say: “Swepson. My boy looks like a Swepson.” Ah, a mother’s love…
Ever since you mentioned the name Tatiana, I’ve had this voice in my head - it sounds like an ice skating or gymnastics commentator - and they are talking about a skater named Tatiana. It’s a real memory (I’m pretty sure) - so there is an athlete out there named Tatiana.
I also did a google search on Tatiana - one of the links on the first page looks…interesting.
My mother’s name is Dorene. The funny spelling is because it’s a combination of two aunt’s names: Doris and Irene. She’s never said whether she likes the name, but I know the different spelling is a pain since everyone spells it the way you do.
No you shouldn’t Mr. Rue, you should stay and be snarked back at, just to be fair. But that’s okay, because I didn’t get back to the MMP until this morning anyway, so it’s a draw, I think. But really, it’s your OP so you can be as snarky as you want. We all voluntarily submit ourselves to it.
Me and the faeries, we’re on a first name basis, we are… Like that (crosses fingers).
Kalley, I don’t mean to brag about how slow I am, but it took me about 5 readings until I got the “current” one.
When I was in Swaziland, I would often have kids in my class named after key events. (When you have polygamous households, I guess all the good names get taken.) My two favorites were Potatoes (a good crop year) and Passport (the year his dad got a passport for a trip).
I went to a luncheon yesterday and had absolutely THE best chocolate cake I’ve ever had. It was worth sitting through a rather dull speech for that.
Then I had company for dinner and they brought apple crisp. Yum! Good dessert day yesterday.
Actually an all-around good food day: I made a steak thing in the crock pot and it was really good. Now today’s leftovers day. Yum!
There are lots of unusual names in my family, but no really terrible ones. Great-grandparents on one side were Josephine and Constance, although he went by Gus… that’s not so good. I think there was a great-grandmother Mina too. I don’t know the rest of the great grandparents’ names. Grandparents Fred & Vera and Sherman (Ben) & Jean. Nothing truly terrible among them.
My parents wanted an unusual name for me so they picked one out of a baby name book. I like it, but once I left the really rural hicktown where I grew up and met some Indian students at college, it wasn’t so unusual any more. People who learns my name online or on the phone tend to think I’m Indian and are suprised to meet a white girl. I think I mentioned in another thread that I even got a couple samples of magazines for Indian-American women. Oh, well. It’s a great name though!
If the cops arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?
·What do you get when you cross the Atlantic Ocean with the Titanic?
… Half way.
The world’s full of apathy, but I don’t care.
I’m still not sure if I understand ambiguity.
A boy was bagging groceries at a supermarket. One day the store installed a machine for squeezing fresh orange juice. Intrigued, the young man asked if he could be allowed to work the machine, but his request was denied. Said the store manager, “Sorry, kid, but baggers can’t be juicers.”
Seminar Topic:
“Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Phobias But Were Afraid To Ask.”
Cole’s Law: Thinly sliced cabbage.
I fed some lemon to my cat and now I have a sour puss.
For people who like peace and quiet: a phoneless cord.
Q: What does an Olympic fencing hopeful do at noon each day ?
I’m in lust.
