Flame-fest? This is the warmest, fuzziest place on the Straight Dope. The place of kitty pictures, general hugs, kid stories, and recipes. Oh, and lots and lots of TMI from most people. Extremely ecumenical, we are.
Thank you, OneCent. We’re very happy, and I’m glad you’ve got a little more faith in humanity now. BooFae, it doesn’t matter to me if they get married. It just ends up being a sort of really creepy group marriage. Especially when Driving Husband marries my Quasi Daughter. Ick. Which isn’t, QD, a reason not to marry him, Okay?
Happy Friday the 13th, MMPers. The expected fortune of the day has “blessed” me with its presence: I completely failed a Logic quiz this morning. Half of the test was on constructing proofs with equivalence rules: despite having studied the stuff for over 3 hours yesterday, the most I could come up with was “No idea. Sorry.” Thankfully, though, I discovered the entire class had no clue what was going on either; after the quiz, the prof. said “Okay, who can tell me how to answer #4?” and no one in the class could do it. Hopefully he’ll take pity on us all, maybe curve this quiz for us…? (Hah, right.)
nashiitashii, Icelandic must be a beautiful language to learn. I love the sound of northern European/Eurasian languages–unfortunately the closest I could ever get to learning one was German (which I do love, but Finnish, Polish, Gaelic or Russian would be just incredible). As for switching phrases up, in my high school, kids from each language class would do this to everyone else – the German kids always said “Danke” instead of “Thanks”, the Spanish kids said “Como esta” (sp?) instead of “What’s up” and the French kids said “Merci” and “Oui” all the time, so everyone in the school eventually learned all of those phrases.
Morning all! It looks like a lovely day outside - the first nice weather we’ve had in ages. Thank God it’s Friday and our thesis drafts are in so we have a chance of actually enjoying it.
'Ware of black cats and ladders and cracks and spilling salt and breaking mirrors, everyone.
I’ll admit I don’t spend much time in MPSIMS, and this is my first MMP, but I just can’t get my brain around the idea of a six-page thread that started with “We just joined [insert church name here]” that didn’t degenerate into a cesspool of rage and invective. It’s nice in here!
I just thought maybe you were referring to certain trainwrecks mentioned upthread. I can’t imagine anyone flaming in here. At worst, I think we’d take it elsewhere.
If you’re interested in hearing what it sounds like, search on YouTube for stuff in Icelandic. It’s really interesting, but I will warn you: most native speakers speak quickly and run their words together, so it’s going to be tough to follow initially.
I also learned some German in school; took German and French in high school, then three semesters of German in college. I may pursue relearning German after I feel I’ve mastered a reasonable understanding of Icelandic and its complex grammatical structures. (It’s a wee bit like German, but add noun declensions to explain context in addition to tense variations. :smack: Explaining it can be like soaring head-first into a brick wall at times.)
So, what does everyone have planned for the weekend?
Work. Also, finally working on my game scenario again. I talked a bit with one designer whose work I admire and he gave me some encouragement and advice.
I’m sorry I got here late and haven’t read the whole thread. But heartfelt Congratulations to you and hubby! I always cry when folks enter the Church at Easter Vigil so just imagine a few happy tears for you.
One of us, one of us… /zombie arms outstretched, glazed look in the eye
LiLi, gratz to AH. Some day I’d like the Reader’s Digest version of that soap opera of yours or is it a sitcom?
1ç, you must sent offers of chocolate to FCM, it’s required for New Cool Kids. I can’t believe you guys didn’t explain! Beerverages to assorted people are also a good thing.
Good news: I loved the apartment I saw. It’s a building from the '30s, with immense ceilings. The kitchen is very big, the living room is large enough to put a futon in it, the bedroom a nice size, the wooden floors are stunning, the windows double glass and it’s about 50yd from the border. I’d have to cross the border and one street to take the tram to work.
Bad news: because it’s a “protected building” and the owner took a pile of insurance, they ask for a pile of papers that I don’t think I’ll be able to provide which sucks.
Well said, well said. OneCentStamp, welcome. You are hereby nicknamed OCS, [del]not to be confused with OCD, who is too busy washing his hands to come talk to us.[/del] FCM will be expecting her chocolates shortly (by which I mean she likes the bite-sized ones, they’re easier for someone her age to chew).
:: runs away giggling madly ::
Congrats, Spats. You made it to The List. :dubious: I’ll have you know that my teeth are about the best part of me - physically, that is. We needn’t go into the intellectual and spiritual realms. So neener neener.
I’m actually home a bit early today. **FCD ** and I have appointments for eye exams at 3. It’s at a new place for us, but we’ve got new insurance, so that’s part of the reason. Our old place takes the new insurance, but they couldn’t give us an appointment before this. Anyway, it’s about time. I’ve been wearing these specs for almost 3 years, and they just ain’t doing the job any longer. And his frames are literally falling apart.
Nasty-icky weekend in the offing, as **Bobbio ** mentioned earlier. I foresee a lot of not leaving the house for us. And painting. Plus I’m going to run the kiln overnight, so late tomorrow, I should be able to unload a bunch of stuff.
It’s been asked, but it bears repeating - who’s up for Monday? Who hasn’t taken a turn in the barrel yet?
Hiya, **PennyPostage ** (heh - my first nickname!!) and welcome to our playground. Your comment reminded me of something my spousal unit is fond of saying: It’s all pink on the inside. Yeah, he’s a charmer…
Are we picking on the new kid? That’s not nice! And we’re nice, dammit!
In high school I had my wisdom teeth extracted on a Friday the 13th. So obviously I’m not too worried about the date. Overall I’m not superstitious, but I can’t stop myself from knocking on wood (or the most wood-like surface around) when I say something that requires wood-knocking. Why are these habits/superstitions so hard to break?
PennyMail welcome to the MMP. I’m the one who has the sense of decorum and taste who tries to keep the others from telling just everything about themselves. The only flamin’ that goes on in here is when we talk about grillin’ burgers and such.
BioTigs if you were any kind of mother your little angels would be enjoying a luxury suite while you idly fritter away your time in Nawlins. Just sayin’.
Puggy there are WH’s all over Flahrduh. Surely there is one near you so you can go taste the delight that is hashbrowns scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced & peppered. You may want to lay in a case or two of your preferred antacid beforehand.
Half of the test was on constructing proofs with equivalence rules: despite having studied the stuff for over 3 hours yesterday, the most I could come up with was “No idea. Sorry.” Thankfully, though, I discovered the entire class had no clue what was going on either; after the quiz, the prof. said “Okay, who can tell me how to answer 
