It finally took falling into bed at 5pm yesterday, and figuratively telling the family to fuck off, but I got enough sleep to feel human again! Hooray, everything looks brighter when I get some uninterrupted shut-eye!
BTW, complaining about obvious jokes about domestic violence, and then posting a not-very-jokey threat to kill a domestic animal? That seems a little wrong.
Oh, screw that! There is nothing immoral about laughing, and I refuse to even entertain the notion. I laugh at lawyer jokes, I laugh at Jew jokes, I laugh at Baptists jokes, would probably laugh at Methodist jokes if there were such a thing.
(“Methodist - not even once!” No, no, that simply won’t do. Pity.)
I laugh at Garrison Keillor’s relentlessly mild humor, I laugh at Louis CK’s caustic wit, I laugh at Paula Poundstone’s…whatever the hell that is.
I’ll laugh at a kitten in the blender joke if its funny. If I saw someone attempt the act, most likely break his arm and adopt a new pet, even though I don’t much care for cats.
And humor that *has *a moral point, humor that sneaks a bit of God’s Own Truth under the guise of wit? An unalloyed blessing. You can argue with a stubbornly wrong fool all day and get nowhere, make him laugh at something he believes and lo! there’s a crack in The Wall, and it never entirely heals. Its why I so adore Mark Twain, why I would sit at his feet and sharpen his pencils, and count a life well lived if I were to deserve such an honor.
Don’t let 'em do it to you, LM! They will suck the joy out of your life and replace it with grey dreariness, don’t you let them! You are not likely ever to be the subject of a headline like “Local Wife Creams Family with Frying Pan”. The fact that you can laugh at the very idea makes it even more unlikely. Humor can transform the poison of stress into the balm of laughter and there is no medication on the market to match it! Freak freely, says I. You have nothing to apologize for!
By the way, have you seen Stevie Wonder’s new piano? That’s OK, he hasn’t either. Thud-a-bump, ting! Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here as long as I want, don’t forget to tip your veal and try your waitress…
Hurrah for elucidator! Elucidator for President!
Well, you be so sick you sleep for 20 hours and can barely move, then get woken up by a cat pouncing open claws on your testicles to get attention, then another day clawing (claws extended) at your eyeball to wake you up, and in between ripping your arms and tearing up your less than 3 month old bed sheets, and see if that thought doesn’t start sounding like a reasonable solution.
Cats can be a true pain-in-the-ass, no doubt about it. I thank the heavens above for our cat-proofed back yard - some days kitty gets kicked out of the house when I need a bit of peace and quiet.
Well, I am doing the basic planning and laying down the road map toward buying a house again in a year or three, and one of the major parts of that will be taking one of the bedrooms, changing it over to a sealed tile floor and setting it up as ‘The Cat Room’ where boxes are kept and kitties can be locked up when needed.
Maggie would have spent a couple of days locked in such a room while I was that sick and she was being a shit.
This is known as the etymological fallacy. We can’t use the ‘original’ meanings of words as guardians of their true meanings, otherwise we end up at all sorts of proto-Indo European roots that don’t actually have the meaning we want anyway. Decimate has been used to mean destroy on a large scale since the 1660s. Note that if you use decimate when actually an eleventh or a ninth was destroyed or if roman troops were not involved you’re already not using it correctly anyway.
Not to be antagonistic, but who really is the maroon? The person who refuses to countenance a meaning agreed upon by the majority of their fellow speakers, or the hordes of people going their merry way and using a word ‘wrong’ with no communication problems?
"In an unexpected announcement, the Supreme Court has ruled that pre-emptive impeachment with extreme prejudice is legal, and Constitutional. ‘Nate Silver told us the odds were a godzillion to one, and that’s just too big a risk.’ said Justice John Roberts. In a brief statement, he promised that any action in response would be deemed legal and that a warrant would be issued ‘directly’.
The subject of this extraordinary rendition remains anonymous, but has forwarded a press release stating that his first name is Richard, he is a lawyer, Hispanic, and resides in Virginia…"
A lot of them also have a five-week growth spurt, which basically means they just eat all. the. time. for a while. Specially in the evenings and at night.
Hang in there. It really is just a phase.
As is my one-year-old thinking that 6am is the perfect time to start the day. I am not a morning person.
ETA: That’s a growth spurt at the age of five weeks, not Godhelpus a growth spurt that lasts five weeks…
Don’t want to get into a long and boring story, but monkey wrenches keep getting thrown into my plans. I’ve whined about them elsewhere on the board, so I won’t bother anyone with them again here.
But good things happened today too, so yay. 
Do me a favor and explain that to the people who believe that saying the sun rises is ok but the highest point in its trajectory can not be called the “apogee” because “apogee means ‘point farthest from the Earth’”.
Or maybe you already have.
Much more mini than my last rant … My head hurts worse than it has in ages, I twisted my ankle today, and I have a teeny tiny yet phenomenally painful splinter on the ball of that same foot. Plus, my baby fell asleep way early so I didn’t get the chance to put a fresh diaper on him first so he’s going to soak through overnight.
I saw that thread and decided it would be easier to just hit myself on the head with a hammer repeatedly.
That was Nobel Prize worthy!!!
This is not the hill I’m going to die for. It will, however, be my penultimate battle.
Words are important. If words didn’t mean anything except “words mean exactly what I mean” how could anyone communicate effectively?
My rant is that my cell broke and I didn’t do anything to make it break. No dropping, no water or anything. Its just dead. We both pushed all the buttons, we swapped batteries, his cell worked with both batteries and mine didn’t work with either of them.
I really hates short of a life most tech toys have. I mean, I’m always happy to have the new generation when I’m forced to upgrade, but the waste is just so wrong.
Thou art wise, unlike me.
flatlined, there’s a difference between “what words used to mean” and “what they mean”. Often when a word has many meanings, the original one is somewhere among them, but in current usage it may be the least-common one.
I have noticed that a lot of web pages are adopting enormous font sizes for the tablet users, which unfortunately makes things horrifyingly ugly and impractical for desktop users; a single paragraph taking up the entire height of the monitor.
Aargh!
Shouldn’t they have separate CSS styles assigned?
Examples: The AV Club, Hitfix, and soon Twitter profiles.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!
I refuse to bow to the Apple Overlords. They’re trying to make all computers toys. I like to use computers for actual work and actual gaming. I can’t stand smartphones that flip the screen around if you change the angle of the device, I hate flicking a screen to do anything because then the screen gets all smeary, and the newest ones won’t fit in a pocket. I have an old-fashioned phone that I don’t even have a data plan for.
Also that AV Club site design is terrible. I clicked it and waited for the text to load below the picture. I finally scrolled down and there was a six-and-a-half-inch space between picture and text. I know because I got a ruler out and measured. I honestly feel like I should clear my history so that way I can scrub that hideous page layout from my browser.
You know that’s a setting, right? At least in mine it’s pretty easy to set on and off - much easier than the motherfucking sound, in fact. Books that change orientation when another train rider bumps into me isn’t nice, agreed.
I’ve been extremely moody lately. Crying for no reason, depression acting up, mood swings like crazy. I finally figured out what’s going on. My Mirena is wearing out. I’ve got another year of this left before I can get it replaced.
I should have figured this was going to happen when I started getting periods again. Stupid female biology.
I’m not saying ‘words mean exactly what I mean’, I’m saying that when you take the most common usage of a word and write it off as wrong, you have a hard time developing a useful vocabulary and could end up saying things are silly when you mean holy and nice when you mean stupid. And that’s really confusing.