your world, she is small.
do people here know scentsy?
Most people is pretty quiet right about now. Me, I see a stiff -- one I didn't have to kill myself -- I just get, the urge to, you know, do stuff. Like work out, run around, maybe get some trim if there's a willin' woman about... not that I get flush from corpses or anything. I ain't crazy.
Jayne ,'The Message'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
msbelle - Nov 19, 2009 3:10:28 pm PST #20337 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Jesse - Nov 19, 2009 3:11:01 pm PST #20338 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
It's mostly funny because I wonder if emailing coworker knows that applying coworker is applying.
SuziQ - Nov 19, 2009 3:14:44 pm PST #20339 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Miss Kitty has been wandering around the house meowing plaintively for the last hour. Her litter box is clean, she has fresh water and food. Petting her doesn't seem to make a difference.
Wish I could speak kitty.
§ ita § - Nov 19, 2009 3:18:20 pm PST #20340 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I had a chance to quickly flip through People's Most Beeyotiful Man issue in the supermarket today, and, yum. Robert Pattinson aside, some really delicious choices. One of my favourite years to date, with bonus Jerry from Sliders in a Speedo.
megan walker - Nov 19, 2009 3:29:57 pm PST #20341 of 30001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
In the shit I didn't say (twice) file:
No, I didn't tell you I would be gone next week because, if you had met your DEADLINE, it wouldn't be relevant.
Don't f*ck with my much-needed vacation, people!
billytea - Nov 19, 2009 3:45:31 pm PST #20342 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
it was the limited vocab + the fact that everyone else around the kid spoke English
From what I've read, you really want at least 20% or so of the kid's interactions to involve the second language if they're to pick it up properly.
Seeing your father and mother talk in English can't help either.
This one I don't think would matter much. Kids seem pretty good at learning context with language, and they pay far more attention to conversation directed to them than stuff between others. (Related point, CDs and DVDs are pretty useless for language development; they need direct interpersonal communication.)
Little kids can even learn second languages spoken by neither of their parents, as long as they get enough direct interaction in it.
Jesse - Nov 19, 2009 3:45:55 pm PST #20343 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
OMG, I feel so gross. I should not have eaten that whole burger and fries. There were too many fries, but they were delicious! The burger was mediocre.
§ ita § - Nov 19, 2009 3:51:33 pm PST #20344 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
This one I don't think would matter much
But if only one person talks to you in boring language, and you know he doesn't have to, isn't it more likely to get you to rebel? Even if you're two?
sarameg - Nov 19, 2009 3:56:51 pm PST #20345 of 30001
One of my cousins grew up bilingual because half his daycare were his japanese grandparents who weren't comfortable in english. (The other half were his english speaking grandparents, my aunt and uncle.) My cousin and her ex didn't speak japanese at home, but it was enough.
He even had a different baby babble depending on which set of grandparents he was with. It was fascinating.
Trudy Booth - Nov 19, 2009 4:04:46 pm PST #20346 of 30001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
My little sister picked up a good bit of Italian from the neighbors she would play with.
At Christmas Mom told her to show our friend Joe what she'd learned and he blushed scarlet. Turns out it wasn't the sort of thing you'd expect from a three year old girl.