January 22nd, 2004

grammar bitch


Asterisks are used to denote emphasis in a plaintext environment.

Parenthetical statements are denoted with (oh dear gods) *parentheses*!

Therefore, if I wish to *emphasize* a word or two, I do it like *this*, and if I wish to make an aside in a sentence (such as giving the reader more information when using commas would be confusing) I put it between parentheses.

So, dear community member, if you use asterisks to provide me with background information on something I probably should know *there are at least two people who do it in communities I participate in, and I hold rank in one of those communities* then I will think that either you are an idiot, or *if I already know that you are an intelligent person* I will think that you've been poorly educated.

Above sentence was an example of how *not* to use parentheses and asterisks. It should read as follows:
So, dear community member, if you use asterisks to provide me with background information on something I probably should know (there are at least two people who do it in communities I participate in, and I hold rank in one of those communities) then I will think that either you are an idiot, or (if I already know that you are an intelligent person) I will think that you've been poorly educated.

This has been a community service announcement from the Grammar Bitch, who at least makes an effort to correct herself when someone points out that she's wrong (and welcomes polite notices to that effect).
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The rainy season has started a little early. It has been a touch cloudy for the past few days, and this afternoon there was a short sprinkling just in time for me to walk Little Fayoumis home from school. Tonight it's been coming down steadily for a few hours.

I love the Arizona rain. it's not good when I have to be near Arizona drivers in it, but for enjoyment, it's perfect. It can be calm, exciting, or both at once. I can breathe in it. It makes me tear up.

It's the memories that do it. The first time I encountered the Arizona rains, I was learning love, and what it meant, and how it could be carried out gently, intensely, fiercely, overwhelmingly, politely, faithfully. If I held my heart like this all the time, my metabolism would be kicked into high gear, I'd write bad poetry more often, and I'd probably die young. Not from disease or suicide, just the effects of a too-high energy level burning me up from the inside. As well try to hold a ball of hydrogen plasma inside. It makes me feel teenage again, leaking blue fire from the fingertips rather than shoot up to the ceiling.

Rain renews me now as it did then.

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running, bomb tech

Dream: snogging, teachers, and so much more

sithjawa was really hot in my dream last night. We were at this club, and we were all dressed up in, erm, interesting outfits... and there was mad snogging as well as the sort of hugging that usually winds up being shagging if only the pesky clothes weren't there.

Oh, and ywalme and memnus were around, and I think manifestress too. manifestress was the one who got us into the club that we were in, which was a building of the size you'd normally see offices in, not a club. But it was a club, and there was discussion of whether or not I was cool enough (clothing-wise) to be allowed in. We'd been on a long car trip, and I adjusted this and removed that, and suddenly I was wearing stockings up to my armpits, and something around my midsection that gave me complete modesty while preserving the illusion that I was baring quite a bit more than I actually was. These alterations allowed me to go in, in full compliance with the (un)dress code, where before I would have only been allowed in because I was in company with manifestress.

And then it got weird, what with all the little twisty passages inside the facility, and then a flower contest where not only you had to arrange flowers to suggest the theme "Youth", but then you had to be able to use them to prepare breakfast as well.

And then I was going to find my flowers at Grandma's, only she was almost dead and the house was all boarded up and an elephant was mowing the lawn and if they left dandelions they got in trouble because the caretakers would Google the place every now and then to check up on them. And it was Uncle Davy telling all this as a voiceover. And there were all these raspberry vines as thick as my wrist, on the otherwise bare lawn and over the porch, and Grandma said that I could look something up in the back of one of her books, but she wasn't sure which book. They were thick, and bound like some kind of wierd manual, with tabs with subjects on them, and it was supposed to be in the religion section, because Grandma had gotten this straight from her preferred form of divine insight (whatever that had been I'm not sure), but it wasn't there.

And some of my favorite teachers from school were in the complex. The one with the club that manifestress got us into. Burns, and cRon...

And they were teaching classes, and it turned out that there were a bunch of really narrow stairs and passageways, but done oddly. Imagine a small, narrow, crowded, yet long space. It is very short on one dimension, as it is between the building proper and the outside of the building, but it seems to extend to wrap around the whole building, and it is as tall as the entire building (perhaps 4, 8 stories). The space is divided up with metal railings and stairways (and probably utility pipes as well). Each teacher has their own door and their own stairway passage. There are many teachers, so there are many passages. The passages are narrow enough for a thin human* to pass easily, but a thick human** has some difficulty. Fortunately, it's all partitioned with railings, so it's annoying but not claustrophobic.

I come upon Little Fayoumis and his brother in the mall or shops section. Weird stuff is happening, and I do a Tarot reading in company of other people, and wanking comes up as a subject. And there was some plot device with cutting a soft-boiled egg with something that looked like a french-fry cutter.

And I overheard a conversation about political things, the discipline of slaves. (In context, I knew that this was not the consensual BDSM kind, but something more like house-elves.) Collapse )

It was a weird dream, and it felt interconnected as if it took elements from several dream universes, but was actually part of none of them.

Oh, and there were escalators in the place with the flowers (at the school) and I was looking at all the flowers, but did not know which ones were edible, so I could not choose them, which sucked. And that was where cRon was sitting, by the flowers.

I'm really not sure at which point I woke up.

* a thin human, like Darkside
** a thick human, like me
Little Fayoumis, Nephew

Math frustrations

Little Fayoumis passed his fast math tens today, which means he got elevens for practice. This did not make him happy.

We figured out that it was a two-part problem: that he was frustrated about it being easy with the tens, and then hard with the elevens, and also that he thought he needed a celebration for the tens.

Celebration: piece of cake with candle in, and a scoop of ice cream, and much yay-ing.

There's not much we can do for the frustration but practice, but that we're working on.
running, bomb tech

*sigh* Ow.

I've been regularly going to skip=180 on my friends page, several times a day.


This sucks.

You're still welcome, folks. No one pissed me off but my schedule.
running, bomb tech


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