Hi, my name is Rigby and I am a Bejeweled fiend.
I discovered Delicious Deluxe a couple of weeks ago and I’ve been playing it ever since. Alas, the free downloads are becoming redundant and I cannot afford to buy it at this time. It’s very much fun though.
I also made a yummy dreamsicle shake. Anybody want one?
The ONLY thing missing on my Macbook is spider solitaire. I miss it, but will not pay for it, and fear the sites (viruses and pop ups etc).
i want my spidey solitaire!
And a shake sounds great!
Spider solitaire should be on all computers. I’ve gotten very good at the two-deck version, but four-deck still causes me problems.
mixes up a shake for rigs
rigs, if you want to feel smart (like you need that), I gave up on Spidey-solitaire because I sucked.
At the game.
My mum’s here, sleeping upstairs in the Kid’s room. Tomorrow, the kitchen i spent 2 hours cleaning will be trashed when a 76 year old woman makes enchiladas in it.
Where’d I put my beer? :rolleyes:
Quick fly-by for right now, I’ll get down to inventory-ing my pantry tomorrow.
The WHAT?
Er… uuuh… el hada de la mierda, I imagine, but it doesn’t seem to be a very popular fairy sideline, I guess. You could also make it el hada de la caca (the poo fairy), which sounds more joking and is easier to pronounce. That h is mute and, according to my Collins, all those "a"s sound like in “cat”.
The WHAT?
Well, no, but that’s hardly the Poop Fairy’s fault, is it? Everyone wants to leave their teeth under their pillows to get some cash, but how many people are willing to leave THAT under their pillow? Besides, spare feces are much more common than spare teeth. Overabundance of supply and lack of demand really mess up a business plan, don’t they?
Now, once people stop pooping…then we’ll see some interest in endangered feces. I guarantee that!
I sing it a lot better than any stupid cat! Specially a stuffed stupid cat.
It was one of the sketches we did in our 3rd-college-year class show. In Spain it’s traditional for students to go on a “pass of the Equator trip” mid-major, that show was part of our fundraising efforts. 79 students in my class; we went to Greece for a week (78 of us did, the parents of the last one suffered from stupidity) and each of us only had to pony up an amount similar to a bus round trip Pamplona-Barcelona.
We also sold red carnations for St George. He’s the patron saint of all the old kingdom of Aragon; in Catalonia it’s traditional for women to buy their men a book and for men to buy their woman a rose. Rose prices skyrocket, so many students sell carnations instead. Dad used to buy Mom a red rose per year they’d been married, until one year she saw the prices and, after recovering from the edge of a heart attack (she’s Catalan, thinks with her wallet), told him she’d rather have some other kind of red flower, or roses of another color. He changed to orange roses just because they’re closest to red, but actually Mom likes orange and yellow flowers best.
I had 3 years of high school Spanish. In my old age, all I remember is, “Una cerveza, por favor” (a beer, please) 
Is it el hada, or la hada, in vague remembrance of the rules of noun gender?
The Spanish I took in high school mostly served to get in the way when I tried to learn German in college.
I missed the alarm to get me up for the Y, so I have time time to waste before I do the go to work straight from home morning rituals.
After I posted about the dog attack, I went to see my neighbor Vanessa, who is another bike riding junkie. On Monday, she was attacked and bitten by the same dogs. Actually, VWife met Vanessa, after Maddy the VunderDog chased her, too, but all Maddy wanted was a belly rub. :rolleyes:
I’m now on the warpath. I’m stopping by a new bike shop on the way home tonight to see if they have any dog mace, and I’ll get enough for both of us. If that doesn’t work, then I’m riding with my gun. Seriously. :mad: :mad:
It’s one of those cases in which the “regular” article would be “la” (because yes, as you correctly figured out, fairies are female) but “el” is used to avoid the pronunciation problems that would arise. If we used “la hada”, either you have to make a sort of full stop in the middle of the sentence so that people hear both As clearly, or it all gets clumped together into “lada”. The plural form, not having this problem, is “las hadas”.
Spanish stories never have a fairy king; Puck would be considered a “duende” and Oberon… well, Oberon would be real, real odd.
Yet another reason I lurves me some Dope. Where else would I ever get to read a line like that?
We had thunderboomers last night. Have I ever mentioned that ACBG is sorta freaked out by lightning? Poor baby. I, on the other hand, just loooooove to sit on my back porch and watch lightning. However, last night I had a freakin’ out burly man in my house that needed comforting. So, I sacrificed storm watchin’ for comforting. I’m all noble like that.
Bobbio yikes! I hope your neighbor who got bit complained long and loud. When you called the sheriff’s dispatcher, did you demand a pound of the dog owner’s butt be extracted? I know how much you like to do that. 
I was the first to call the sheriff, and even then I wasn’t demanding pounds of hiney. I didn’t get bit, so my full dander isn’t/wasn’t up. The gist of my complaint was that I wanted this on the record for the animal control officer (another Mayberry fireman, BTW) for future reference. If the owners get a visit today, so much the better.
If I come home tonight from my ride missing some of my ankle, I’m getting real medievel…
Shouldn’t that be medievil?
Hah! Now that’s funny!
Just ordered 3 cans of dog mace. Here poochie poochie poochie…
Pronouns missing again. Where’s DogButler?
Off somewhere. With pronouns.
Ergh. Last night we got woken up at 3:30 by someone buzzing our door. Fifteen minutes later, we’re buzzed again. Mr. Lissar got up, pulled on some clothes, and went out to see what was up. Comes back in and phones the police. A seriously mentally ill man was gradually walking along our street, stopping at apartment buildings that he was convinced were mental health clinics, and trying to get in. Mr. Lissar (I presume) asked them to either pick him up and drop him off at the Clarke dowtown, or to keep an eye out for him, or both.
Just after four there’s a horrible screaming racket from a cat outside. Moaning and crying and gradually working up to full yowl over the course of ten minutes.
So I’m sleepy, and poor Mr. Lissar, who got less than five hours sleep, must be dying at work.
On the plus side in a few minutes I will have tea, and then Driving Husband and I are going out engagement ring shopping. I hope he has a car. I would hate to have to take the TTC all over.
Good morning all. I know it’s 9:30 but I am not fully awake yet. Anyhoo - I recommend anyone who plays those free games and has something faster than dial-up to try Real Arcade. I think they ask for a credit card but they really honestly don’t charge anything until you buy it, and you get hundreds of games for free. I’ve been playing stupid games on it for two years now and have only ever bought two games. Lots of fun.
My co-worker brought her cat Ray in today since she has to take him to the vet. He’s quite cute and keeps roaming all over the place exploring everything.