On a related note, the Jacob’s Creek Cab is everything I’d hoped it’d be.
Well, the Lucretia Mott hits just keep rolling in. I’m kind of figuring that it’s term paper week somewhere at some mid-size western college, and a borderline feminist American History teacher gave everyone an assignment to write about “Great Women” in America, and put my doll Lucretia at the top of a list of suggested candidates, and the paper is probably due this Friday, and even though she assigned it better than four weeks ago, everyone is suddenly scrambling to dig up some dirt on Lucretia Mott, and are so desperate for content that they’ll even hit my site looking for something, ANYTHING, to pad the 1,500 word essay, typed, doubled spaced, one-inch margins in Time New Roman font size=11 that(which?) they’ve been shackled with.
Yeah, I know. The “shackled with” SHOULD be “with which they’ve been shackled.” But you know what? NOBODY ACTUALLY TALKS LIKE THAT! Thus, I suggest to all those term-paper desperados, that you begin a subtle, yet persuasive movement to emphasize the colloquial usage, rather than remain tied to archaic literary forms which, while enjoying the noteriety of traditional employment, have become, how you say, a bit passe’ in actual everyday application. N’cest pas?
I mean, seriously. “Funner” was officially added to the dictionary recently. What can you do?
Ooo! OOOh! Hey! You know what?! I FINALLY got a weblink over at “FileItUnder!” Time for some more PUMPKIN CHEESECAKE! BWAHAHAHAHA!
Dinner tonight consisted almost exclusively of a couple of glasses of a decent cab-sauv, and about half a bag of honey-mustard flavored tiny twists. Rold Gold if you must know. Red Wine and pretzels? Yeah, I know. Cretin.
Annnnd NOW! For the complete first season of Stargate Atlantis! ROLL IT!