ALRIGHTY. Exams are over, life is fine. If I could just get rid of this painful stress-induced knot in my neck, I’d be golden. Not Eve Golden, but golden none-the-less. But hey, enough banter.
Bless us, St. singlefile: Patron Saint of Playing Well With Others, Running with Scissors, Participates Well In Class, and Other Esteemed Attributes of the Third Grade. (get it? cause he/she is singlefile? like standing in line? Eh, forget it.) Also the Patron Saint of Root Beer.
Bless us, St. evilbeth: Patron Saint of Procrastinators. (can I get that scholarship now?)
Bless us, St. Geobabe: Patron Saint of Tic Tacks.
Bless us, St. Scarlet Pimpernel: Patron Saint of Danishes. (as in "mmm…this Danish and coffee combo is yummy!)
Bless us, St. Michi: Patron Saint of Duct Tape. (and contractors everywhere light tributes to you…)
Bless us, St. Nightingale: Patron Saint of Colored Hilighters. (I can color-code!!!)
Bless us, St. ssskuggiii: Patron Saint of Non Sequitirs. Consider it an upgrade.
Bless us, St. Rosethorn: Patron Saint of Prickly Flowers
Bless us, St. Sue Duhnym: Patron Saint of Funky Hawiian shirts. (Swiddles broke out the summer wardrobe today…)
Bless us, St. wierddave: Patron Saint of Wierdness. (oooh, lucky…)
Bless us, St. Lexicon: Patron Saint of Eagerly Appreciative Voyeurs of Catfights. Also Patron Saint of Double Sided Tape.
Bless us, St. pipefitter: Patron Saint of Plumbers and Male Porn Stars. (Wally already got Porn Actresses, I checked. Sorry.)
Bless us, St. Kepi: Patron Saint of the Film Stylings of Corey Feldman. (do you have a poster for Rock and Roll High School? THAT would be a find.
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Bless us, St. Occam: Patron Saint of the Apathetic. Conversely, Patron Saint of Alternative Rock.
Bless us, St. saucy potato: Patron Saint of Tubers.
Bless us, St. TheUnforgiven: Patron Saint of Those Who Put Off Studying In Order To Surf The Boards. (I invoked you a couple times this week, myself.)
Bless us, St. pluto: Patron Saint of Goofy Disney Dogs That Don’t Look Like Goofy, THE Disney Dog, Gods of The Netherworlds, but Not the Netherlands, And Rinky Dink Plantets That Are Essentially Giganic Balls Of Rock And Ice. But Not Shrinky Dinks.
Bless us, St. Garfield: Patron Saint of Blond Teenage No-Talents With Breast Implants. Also Patron Saint of Candy Corn.
Bless us, St. Brock: Patron Saint of Mexican Resturants in General. (more than you asked for!)
As for the Fates thing, there are two definitions of “fate”. One is of the traditional mythological definition: three goddesses that determine the course of your life. The other is a concept. To quote Merrium Webster:
As a principle, it is singular. Therefore the use of “a bitch” is correct when referring to it as a priciple, ie: Fate is a bitch, or compounded (you were right on that, my brain fart) Fate’s a bitch. The “is” is a third singular verb.
As the goddesses, “Fates” is plural. Therefore, “a” as a preposition is incorrect, as the proper preposition for plural usage is “are,” as that is the plural form of “be.” Therefore, the correct usage would be “The Fates are bitches.”
I, unfortunately, took Latin for a long while, and also edited a paper. As a result of those two things, I am the most anal retentive grammar chick in the world, especially when it comes to plurality and singularity matching in a sentance structure. Therefore, the canonization stays.
Along those lines, may I submit my favorite fate related quote, courtesy of one of my favorite guilty pleasures, Kenneth Branagh’s * Dead Again *. “Fate: The only cosmic force with a tragic sense of humor.”