Buffalo are not bison?

We found the bison paddock where Matilda chirped "Hello Buffalo!" through the fence to them while Emmett corrected her each time that they were bison.

Bison doesn't get sing songy when you say, "hello, bison." I'm with Matilda on this one. "Hello, buffalo" is better.

I used to hello to the ocean when I was little. Sounded, according to mom, something like "'lo ocean."

I think that the American ones are bison, and the African and Asian ones are buffalo, but I can't remember what makes the difference. The ones that we get the milk from for buffalo mozzarella are buffalo, not bison, I think.

Also, Bison Bill sounds lame.

Oh, damn, Sue. I'm so sorry about your mom and all the stress of you having to deal with it, and the universe piling a weird-tasting quesadilla on top of that is just incredibly petty and mean.

That highway sign is pretty useful, but, really, there are X's EVERYWHERE, because of all the exits. I found myself really really stuck on I-5 at a much earlier point in the alphabet, because we'd go for incredibly long stretches without a junction to another highway.

And it's worth noting that there weren't even any Americans at the Waltz Riot -- the Frenchmen and the Spaniards started a rumble over whose turn it was to play which waltz, all the women waited a half hour or so for the punching and chair-breaking to end, and finally the women threw up their hands, said a collective "Fuck this noise" (colloquial 18th century French translation, please, megan walker?) and walked out, where they found a number of Americans lounging around outside looking for fun, and everyone scampered off to everyone's mutual satisfaction.

Except the Frenchmen and Spaniards, who ended up with no musicians, no partners, and nothing to sit on as they licked their wounds.

It's so thoroughly and completely my favorite riot ever. (And, Nora, if you want to e me your address, I can see if our copy is anywhere at hand and lend it to you.)

I'm sorry for everyone else's shitty days. Mine has been mostly tolerable, but I'm feeling weirdly headachey in a strange unfamiliar way, like someone keeps inflating and deflating a helium balloon inside my head and I keep wanting to fall over. It doesn't hurt, exactly, but it's not what you'd call pleasant.

Ooh, JZ, I may take you up on that!

That highway sign is pretty useful, but, really, there are X's EVERYWHERE, because of all the exits.

Ooh, in our game, the word has to start with the letter. So Ped Xing can pass, but eXit, not so much.

That highway sign is pretty useful, but, really, there are X's EVERYWHERE, because of all the exits.

Yeah, X is not one of the difficult letters. K, OTOH, is damn near impossible. (J is tricky too, but sooner or later Junction will show up.)

Ooh, in our game, the word has to start with the letter. So Ped Xing can pass, but eXit, not so much.

That version would make me insane(r).

K, OTOH, is damn near impossible.

I don't know about other states, but in California (and, I now know from experience, Oregon) speed limit signs on tricky/steep/winding/whatnot bits of road will usually be followed by another sign announcing a lower limit for trucks with trailers. TrucKs, baby!

And I just had to stop myself from writing another three or four paragraphs on strategies for sniffing out all the other uncommon letters. Possibly this last road trip was a little too long.

K, OTOH, is damn near impossible.

Not on trips to Canada, though.

We never used to play games like that. We used to play spot the liscense plate, though. Mostly the game was "how to keep Sue sitting on the floor for the whole ride." (It was the 70s, when the cars were big.)