NYT readers dislike the phrase "no problem", and I immediately worry about my speech choices.
Wash ,'Serenity'
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.
Congrats to msbelle and mac!!!
Thanks for the Muppet link--that will be watched as soon as my boss goes home.
I've got plenty to do between today and tomorrow here at work. I have to type up 7 lists of chapter numbers because the damn states don't have easily cut-and-pasted (or pdf) lists. Hundreds of entries saying "Chap 1 -- HJR 1," etc. Then I get to clean out our archive databases to prepare them for this year's worth of bill info which I'm going to dump into them on Monday.
Boring! I'm bringing in CDs to listen to. Today's CDs are the Glee soundtrack and Into the Woods.
I just entered this morning's time sheets, even though they aren't due for a week.
Time to go look for FCMs
I have some deco and booky links at my blog, msbelle, dana, and think jesee was bored today? (also, please post: my poor blog feels very lonely :( )
I will prolly post some more tonight and tomorrow, because I tend to clean in spurts.
Not that I am obsessed with looking at shit I can't afford right now (or, in some cases, ever.)
I was bored until a friend came over! Now I'm done working and wish I had some Bailey's or something to put into hot cocoa. I think I'm all out.
NYT readers dislike the phrase "no problem", and I immediately worry about my speech choices.
I say it, and I still hate it.
"no problem",
In place of "You're welcome"? I can see that, but I'm certainly guilty of saying "No problem."
"Not a problem" is the one that really gets to me.
I say it all the time, but not in response to Thank you. I say it when someone asks me to do them a favor.
I only mean I don't like it (yet still say it) in response to "Thank you."
That's great news, msbelle and mac!
And if things quiet down this afternoon at work, I'll go read and post on Erin's blog to cheer it up.
I have a slowly gathering doomy feeling that I may end up an American Episcopalian before my life's end. All the juicy doctrine and tradition of my own church, plus full agency for women.
But, shitshitshit, I love my parish so very dearly, and no place else will ever be quite so deeply home (it doesn't hurt that the pastor pulled me aside once and said quietly, "You should know that I spend a lot of time angry at the Church too, probably for all the same reasons you do"). And I firmly believe that the bigger church is just WRONG, violating its own history, its own magisterium, with the current brutal hardline shutting-down and vile political meddling.
Hec and I had a talk about it once, and how it feels like contemplating abandoning a beloved friend who's gotten into a horrible abusive relationship with a manipulative bastard who's brainwashing her against all her old friends. If we all leave, she's got no lifeline out at all; but we can't stick around to the point where her fucked-up relationship is toxic to all of us too.
Bah. Don't need all these thinky thoughts right before Advent.