Jessica C.

Than Vs. Then

The easiest way to remember the difference is that “then” refers to sequence, and “than” is used for comparisons.  So, for example, you might say “I emailed this blogger about a language issue on her site, and THEN regretted it later because I worried she would think I was a smelly stalker guy in my underpants.”  But on the other hand, you might say “I’m more obsessed with this particular language issue THAN an old schoolmarm on the prairie with indigestion and nothing better to do THAN obsess over little things like this.”

-Email from Michael Moody, who apparently reads my blog and noticed I have a problem with this. Pretty embarrassing… also, helpful. :)

dreamweaver:

Being forced to eat your own vomit is probably one of the worst experiences a  human being could possibly go through. Millionaires have way too much money.

 Oh my gosh, what an awful story, right?

My homepage at work is AOL… and I know I could change it but it’s sort of an entertaining trainwreck and part of me likes reading the absurdly offensive comments on stories like this one.

Example:

“If you’ve never hired domestic help before, you don’t know how difficult it is to control them. Sometimes for their own good you must take control. It’s called “tough love.” Later on I’m sure the employees will be thanking this woman for it.”

Muscled out

Catherine and I met for beers at Bonfire yesterday. It was a very nice evening and we wanted to sit outside, so we chose one of the two available tables along the sidewalk. The last table was taken soon after.

A little while later a couple pulled up on motorcycles. They wandered up and down the row of tables looking for a place to sit. Of course, there was none, so they eventually approached us and asked if they could share our table. We said “sure!”. It was your average, regulation-sized picnic table, so we were able to sit at one end while the couple sat at the other with enough space between us that we didn’t feel like we were actually dining together.

Everything went well for twenty minutes or so, but then another guy pulled up on his motorcycle and came and joined the couple. He hopped on the bench between me and the girl. Suddenly we did kind of feel like we were dining with them. I scooted to the end of my bench.

Eventually the table next to us became available and the couple and their friend offered to move, but before they could gather their things a group from inside dashed out and took the table. Our tablemates settled back into their seats.

Well, then another motorcycle pulled up and a fourth friend joined them. She plopped down next to Catherine and set her huge helmet on the bench as well, forcing Catherine to scoot until she probably had only one butt cheek on the seat. It became really hard for us to have a conversation! The group was super loud and sitting more or less on top of us. Another table came available and we waited a few minutes for them to offer to move, but no offer came, so we gathered our things and relocated.

Is it just me, so was this kind of crazy rude? Here we let them share our table with us and they turn us into this marginalized minority and force us to leave.

Sort of a new experience for middle class white people like us…

The internet needs to chill out on its hate.

amandalynferri:

I have gotten two really good emails today that is making me re-start the kissesfrombrazil blog I had with Duplo last summer.   I just got this email from a Vimeo user after I didn’t respsond to his email earlier this month that just said, “Hey”.

“Wat have i done wrong to you…are you too good to be talked to by the likes of me…wow fame is getting to your head…wait a minute your not even famous…well its true you cant judge a book by its cover…and thats defo true with you…you seem friendly but ha boy i was wrong…removing u as contact why wud i want a bitch”

 Reading this made me revisit Kisses From Brazil. I think this one is my favorite:

“ I’m getting freaked out about you! :)
Greetings from Poland. “

hahahahaha! That still makes me laugh.