Because & Effect
Is anyone else on this list troubled by the word, "limb?"
It has annoyed me for as long as I can remember. It's all right when used in the context of a tree's branch, but I find it grotesque when used in reference to a human appendage. (I'll give a little, for the sake of argument, and concede that the word may be satisfactory in reference to human or animal "arms" - but I'll NEVER abandon my seething, deep-rooted hostility to the word's ubiquitous usage for "legs.")
And what is with the stupid "b" on the end?
Finally, I strongly feel that whoever named Limburger cheese is a fool (it's just too similar to tube-steak).
Does anyone else on this list have any particular words that bother them?
Is it time for a new language? Something digital? Something with just ten characters and more precise variations? If so, let me know. I'll try to whip something up this weekend.
Glands of Destiny: "You kids bring that torso back to where you found it.
My two boys, ages 6 and 8, love to read as well as watch TV, play video games, etc. I think parents sometimes make a mistake by banning TV or videogames, because it just makes the banned form of entertainment that much more appealing. My guys are just as content to read as anything.
Today their elementary school had a dress up like someone famous day. Harry went as Harry Potter. Paul went as Paul McCartney (with a moptop-fab4-wig and everything). I suggested that he could go as George Harrison with a fake knife sticking out of his chest, but Paul wisely opted to stick with his namesake.
I do enjoy music of the Rolling Stones. I just wish they'd cut their hair. I mean, what kind of example is it setting for our young people?
Glands of Destiny: Headfirst in a barrel of dill pickles...struggling fiercely.
I still am unable to bring up the TBN site. I have no problem with the other sites... Am I the only one with this problem!?
It is still too traumatic for me to talk about, but... You're not alone.
A guy is in his front yard attempting to fly a kite with his son. Every time the kite gets up into the air, it comes crashing down. This goes on for a while when his wife sticks her head out of the front door and yells, "You need more tail."
The guy turns to his kid and says, "Son, I'll never understand your mother. I told her yesterday I needed more tail, and she told me to go fly a kite!"
Glands of Destiny: Fighting back the tears...
Talk about the power of television! Just this morning, while our maid was vacuuming in the living room, she inadvertently ran over the cable, and literally got the shock of her life!
Before I get everyone too upset, let me assure you, everything's fine. Fortunately, this all occurred during a commercial break, so I didn't miss one-second of Martha Stewart Living.
Well, I'll be running along to the store now. I'm going to "Mediterranean-ize" the library walls by mixing pizza flour in the paint, and then applying the mixture to the walls with pita bread instead of a paintbrush!
Glands of Destiny: All We Are Saying Is Give Pita A Chance
Hi. This morning our family "lost" a maid. Does anyone here know what time the next container ship arrives in Seattle from Hong Kong?
Glands of Destiny: Shocking How Hard It Is To Find Good Help
I consider myself fortunate to be book dealer. I get the opportunity to travel around the country quite a bit, checking out bookstores wherever I go. This is always a great pleasure for me and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
In my travels, I've come to a sad conclusion about the local news coverage in any given town or city. It is an utter nightmare! It doesn't matter what part of this great land you're in, there is sure to be a local roundup of violence, murder, and mayhem. No matter where you go, the violence is there - in our schools, in our churches, in the places in which we work. EVEN IN OUR BOOKSTORES!
It's "Murder, Incorporated, USA." It's all so sad and disgusting.
Experts disagree as to the cause, and I know a lot of my liberal friends aren't going to like hearing this, but, after careful consideration, I've come to the sad conclusion that there is one primary culprit for all of this--TELEVISION.
Why can't we go back to the way it was in the old days? I don't know about anyone else, but I'd find it much more pleasant to just HEAR all the violence on the radio.
So much more civilized. You could just sit back with a cup of hot coffee, shut your eyes and just imagine the brutal beatings.
Ahhhhhhh... Sweet nostalgia. (sigh)
Glands of Destiny: Selling books on the net since the days of yesteryear...