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Good morning. I slept pretty well last night all the way till 6-ish this morning. Pizza-breakfast has been ingested and I’m giving serious thought to doing something today. Dishes are piling up - OK, not all that many since it’s just me and I’m not cooking, but lots of glasses are around the sink. And I promised **FCD **I’d tidy the bedroom, so there’s that. And I need to strip the guest room bed and wash those sheets. So I’ve got stuff to keep me occupied today. At least the heat will be less heinous.
My mom is having a Christmas in July party on Saturday and I’ll be going with my daughter and her dog. **FCD **doesn’t want to deal with the drive there and back after coming home from PA tomorrow. I suspect he wants to veg in his shop. So be it.
It just occurred to me - my grandmother would have turned 99 this week if the stroke hadn’t gotten her. Weird thing to pop into my head. I think I need more caffeine…
I am having a damned inconvenient reaction to the Keflex. I’ve been tethered to the loo for 3 days now. :mad: Yes, I am eating yogurt, it’s not helping.
In Spanish, the difference between “yes” and “if” is a freaking tilde, sometimes assisted by a comma.
If my coworkers don’t want visits asking whether their response was in the affirmative or the conditional, they should learn to use their freaking tildes, or even tildes which are reasonably calm And this is why correct spelling is important, damnit: because two tiny lines can completely change the meaning of a sentence from “yes, that’s correct” to “if that’s correct”.
Third load is in the washer, first two are on the lines. A bazillion paulownia shoots have been hacked up - I’m thinking I need to spread some black plastic over that whole section of yard. In this heat, maybe it’ll kill the root so come spring, I can bring in a load of dirt, then plant some grass. hmmmmmmm…
The rest of my peaches are ripe, so once the laundry is done, I’m going to make up one more batch of jam. And I get to drag the carpet cleaner out again - more carpet hork… :rolleyes:
Baby. I don’t have internet at home. At all. Oddly enough, this hasn’t made me more productive.
Chore fairy nothing. I need a ‘do anything Fairy.’ I have two posts that I’ve meant to write for my blog that haven’t done yet. Part of it is pre-RenFaire Blues. (I have however been working on one of my conlangs, sort of. Organizing counts as work, yes?)
I thought it was an accent. Isn’t tilde the squiggly line over the n, that you should never ever forget in año?
I learned that recently from a news report, but my brain can’t cough up the name. It was regarding a suspect who said ‘IF I did it’ and it came out as a confession, ‘Yes, I did it’.
Anyhoo, today would be great except our piece of junk car, which I SO need a name for, one that describes just what a piece of junk it is…Hoss POS, maybe? …anyway the check engine light is on again and that’s putting MrTao in a funk AGAIN. This happens every couple weeks, and every couple weeks the mechanic keeps the car for a week and gives it back, says he can’t find a problem or finds a problem and fixes it, only to have it happen again. This car has cost more for repairs than it did to purchase, and it’s only maybe 7 years old. SUCH a POS.
I wish whoever had designed the PT Cruiser had made it good in some other industry, 'cause it sucks. Also whoever signed off on this frankenstonian POS should be forced to walk everywhere for the rest of their lives.
I miss the good old days, when POS’s were called that because they LOOKED like crap but were cheap to fix, not because pieces start falling off after their second birthday. :smack::smack::smack::smack::smack:
Oh, Tao, I know where you’re coming from. We had a PT cruiser for a little while. Boy was that vehicle a major disappointment! I liked how it looked and how roomy it was, but I hated driving it, hated its crappy mileage, and, well, just hated it. Plus it was cursed. **FCD **was rear-ended in it twice, both times at stoplights. It never happened before or since. I was so happy the day we traded it in.
I think I’ve pretty much assured a major rain storm hereabouts - I’ve got 3 big loads of laundry out on the lines and there’s no way I can get it all inside fast if it starts raining. It started clouding over as I was hanging the last load. Oh, and I watered the gardens in the back yard, so that’ll surely bring on the rain.
Both are tildes. Yes, language is confusing. Sorry, I didn’t invent it!
I have a bad case of “damned anyway I say it” with that item. If I call it an accent, someone tells me that’s not an ortographic symbol, it’s how someone speaks (it’s both). If I call it a tilde, someone says “wait, isn’t that the squiggly line?” - again, it’s both. What’s more, the line over ñ is squiggly in computer type: in Spanish handwriting and in typographic fonts that were designed by Hispanics (before we all started using the low comma instead of the high one* to mark the decimal point, because of a programmer who hadn’t been told the “high” part), it’s a straight line. Yes, you see it squiggly in logos nowadays, but it’s computer influence.
Will you believe there are freaking Spanish government webpages which are missing that tilde? :smack: Yeah, I’m sure you will… I’m reasonably sure I was under no obligation to file my accumulated quarterly taxes for the 2011 assholes last January, but hey, you don’t argue with the IRS (even if you reserve the right to tell every IRS employee you meet that their spelling sucks).
the English proper name for it is apostrophe, but it’s used as a decimal marker mainly in languages which don’t call it anything resembling “apostrophe”, we call it “high comma”; apparently whomever was explaining it didn’t realize there is a difference, and that is how spelling rules had to accept the low comma as a decimal marker “when written using a computer”, it’s still supposed to be high by hand.
Tao, in a Translation course I took, we were given a sample of legal translation apropos of something else… and it had a mistake. The translator had rendered rayo as “line” in a description of the paint on a plane. Rayo is a “bolt” of lightning or “ray” of light; line would have been correct if it was a raya. Oops.
As my Orgo teacher liked to say “in Chemistry, spelling is important: nitrates make flowers bloom, nitrites go boom.”
I did not know that! And this is why language is fascinating and frustrating.
In other news, I just hiccuped and burped at the same time. That was weird.
Tao, your POS tale raises a flag for me - I had an '88 Taurus which I bought used in '92. It already had almost 80K miles.
Little things went wrong here and there, cracked hose, broken belt, like that; most of which were done 'while I wait" (never more than 2 hours once they put the car on the lift. And the transmission needed major work within the first year I owned it (big surprise).
After that, it was fine until '95. I needed major engine work. So I brought it to a guy who was recommended by a coworker/neighbor, with whom I carpooled for the few days the car was in the shop. Two days after I picked it up, something else went wrong. I asked the guy if they were related and he said no, they were in separate areas. Okay. :shrug:
Again, after carpooling for three days, two days after I got the car, something else went wrong.
Now I’d been taking the car for regular check ups and oil changes so I began to suspect something. This time I stopped at the place I fed the car, mainly because it was on the way home and he didn’t look busy. 15 minutes later he came out and told me there was no charge, that the [whatsit] just needed tightening - it looked like it had been hand loosened. AHA! I was right about the slow poke. He was generating business.
Nice guy Pete has been my mechanic ever since. Even when I bought the '99 Taurus and it was until standard warranty, I still took it to Pete, and still do (except that the he’s no longer open on Saturdays :()
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In other news, I just hiccuped and burped at the same time. That was weird.
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Kinda hurts, doesn’t it?
I’ve been doing some polite rabble-rousing here, trying to find out why Chick-Fil-A is allowed to be a vendor here when they seem to be pretty blatantly in violation of our corporate policies. Think I scared the foodservices manager - they probably thought I was going to be complaining about how they were unable to sell milk last week (the cooler failed over the weekend, so everything in it was dumped) and instead, I hit them with comapny policies.
One of my brothers was found dead yesterday. We had such a dysfunctional family growing up, and even though we were close as kids, as adults we were not in touch. Still, he was my baby brother, (one of two) and even if I didn’t care my mom and step-dad need me to be involved in making arrangements, notifying people, cleaning out his room, etc. Mom is in end stage liver disease and it’s a race between cancer and his heart as to which is going to take step-dad out, and this has just slain them. I just got off the phone with my bio-dad, who is healthier but not by much, and he too is taking this very hard.
Greg had a very hard life, and it’s so fucking tragic that he never found happiness in this world.
Is it pathetic that I feel I need emotional support from friends on the internet?
Aww,[[[[ moorland reiver ]]]] I am so sorry. that has to hurt, a lot.
I’m in the same boat with my two younger brothers; I sure hope they live a long time, but if something happens to one I’m going to feel like crap that we aren’t closer.
And anyrose, yeah, I am not a huge fan of the mechanic, either. But our only other option is the only dealership for 100 miles. After paying almost 400 dollars for a replacement key, and going through two modules gotten from them and having them both be bad right out of the gate, I don’t trust them either.
yerself.
