The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
A Pune, Or Play On Words
You've heard about the Amish light-buggy making business, haven't you? Top of their field, absolutely top; one day the owner toted up all the various versions and varieties he offered, one to suit any budget and not a single bit of vanity to any of 'em, and then he had a modest sign painted on the front of his workshop:
FIFTY GRADES OF SHAY
Oh, it hurts now but you'll thank me for it later.
(c) 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved.
Ego vadum perussi vestri prandium
"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."
"Your lack of compassion and humanity is stunning." --Some Canadian dude
"I think my brain just core dumped. What were we just talking about?" --A travelling Texan
"Die quietly you ignorant hoosier." --A Sad-Sack Moonbat
"Memetic whiplash has rarely been so much fun." --A Really Kewl Guy
"I liked the variety of content you have shred with the readers..." --A Spastic Spammer
roberta (daht) x (at) sbcglobal (daht) net If you can't dope that out, you wouldn't have been able to puzzle out my reply anyway!
Please be advised mail to this address gets read about monthly.
I Do Not Allow Guest Posts. Ever. Nor will I put your links in my posts. Sending me e-mail requesting either -- and most other blog-marketing "services" -- will result in it being publicly mocked in a way that will not help your traffic.
Sitemeter, Sitemeter, Sitemeter
Technorati Sporadically Tracks Links Again.
Seriously, what's up with those people? I'm worried about 'em.