And again my thanks to The Shadow, who never fails in his quest to send me funny shit to cheer me up – go check out the Gladys Dwindlebimmers Ralston Gallery of the Unidentifiable
My thanks to The Shadow for this – it’s why he’s one of my favorite people ;-> And yes, dear readers three, this is pretty much how my week is going so far, if you count that it started last night at around 7:30 p.m. when I got home and started fighting with the husband about who gets the house. Specifically, who gets the house payments… I’d been holding out hope that we weren’t yet at that point, but that and fifty cents won’t even get you a half-caf mocchachino these days ;-(
Why I love languages… amply illustrated by Lileks’ Bleat:
Imagine you’re going through an alphabet book, and it’s the letter A. The picture shows a breakfast tableau, with Daddy cooking up a meal. “Aaron asks for Applesauce,” says the caption. There are many items that begin with A, and Gnat names them all: Apples. Applesauce. Acorns. Airplane. Egg.
“No, honey, Egg begins with E.”
“A is for Egg.”
You try to explain that one. “No, A is for epple. E is for aig.”
$%)%#$ English language. Wait until we get to F, and I have to explain it’s for ghoti.