It’s not my fault. She made me do it. (And by “made me do it” I mean “put it on her site and took no further action to twist my arm,” naturally.)
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It’s not my fault. She made me do it. (And by “made me do it” I mean “put it on her site and took no further action to twist my arm,” naturally.)
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I had an entry almost ready to go, and then I had to try to Google for something to clarify a point… and my browser crashed.
So, you get this instead. Here, I’ll even throw in a random funny link.
Remember, kids: save those draft entries when your entry is getting a bit lengthy! Don’t be like that “grey duck” guy! Man, what a loser…
Found here, the following (which I’ve formatted for maximum humor output):
Q: Why is soloing archvillians really a problem?
A: Because it’s too expensive to buy a tour bus for each one. Anyway, “Tyrant and the Praetorians” just looks good on the album cover.
Later on in that thread there’s a comment about the optimal slotting of one’s sense of humor that almost made me spit-take. But maybe that’s just me…
Via Ginerva (and her nifty linking of thefreedictionary.com), another grammar lesson from The Angry Flower…
This is the first year in as long as I can remember that we-the-family (meaning: Wendi and kids and myself) haven’t gone to Jantzen Beach to watch the Fort Vancouver fireworks. They’re in Utah right now, so… I stayed home this year. Not much point going anywhere if there’s nobody to watch the show with, eh?
Ah well. I hope they’re having a fun and safe holiday celebration, wherever they are.
My kid sister turns 28 today. This is her first birthday after becoming a mom, too, so this one is rather significant. Huzzah!
(Mind you, I didn’t post this message or email her birthday wishes until it was tomorrow, east-coast time. Oops.)