I guess we’ll never know…
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If a pronoun is a word that takes the place of a noun, why isn't a proverb a word that takes the place of a verb?
Because I am the sort of person I am, what started as a joke turned into a serious question. According to Merriam-Webster online, a proverb (with a long O) can in fact be a verb that takes the place of another verb. For example, in the sentence "Act as I do," the word do is a proverb.
Hm. Neither my American English nor my British English Oxford Dictionaries contain that meaning. <shrug>
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That's 'pro-verb' not 'proverb'. Don't make me have to smash s~!+.
*smashes s%&!*
Great. Another Will save vs. pedantry failed. Every damn time...
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That's 'pro-verb' not 'proverb'. Don't make me have to smash s#&$.
*smashes s&!#*
Great. Another Will save vs. pedantry failed. Every damn time...
Oops. Silly person missed the hyphen. (Hangs head in shame)
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If a pronoun is a word that takes the place of a noun, why isn't a proverb a word that takes the place of a verb?
{rolls vs Schoolhouse Rock earworm: = FAIL}
♫♪ "You see, a pronoun was made to take the place of a noun,
'Cause saying all those nouns over and over
Can really wear you down!" ♫♪
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An elegant song, from a more civilized age.
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That's 'pro-verb' not 'proverb'. Don't make me have to smash s@~&.
*smashes s*@&*
Great. Another Will save vs. pedantry failed. Every damn time...
That's coming out of your stipend.
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Is the normal progression for cleaning a toaster:
"Wow, when was the last time anyone cleaned the toaster?" -->
"Ewww! This badly needed a cleaning." -->
"Even if I get this thing clean, I should just buy a new toaster." -->
"I think it'd be better if I just burned the whole kitchen down and start over."
Update: Toaster is far cleaner now than I thought possible... but my vigorous cleaning broke it somehow. *le sigh*
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In my experience, there's one last step in every household project that looks a little something like this.
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An elegant song, from a more civilized age.
Ooooh, ye take the Hyboria,
I'll take the Loboria,I'll be in Stygia aforrrre ye
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*sniff sniff*
A bonnie ballad lik mah mither used tae sing.
THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!
*stab*
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Is the normal progression for cleaning a toaster:
"Wow, when was the last time anyone cleaned the toaster?" -->
"Ewww! This badly needed a cleaning." -->
"Even if I get this thing clean, I should just buy a new toaster." -->
"I think it'd be better if I just burned the whole kitchen down and start over."
Update: Toaster is far cleaner now than I thought possible... but my vigorous cleaning broke it somehow. *le sigh*
In the process of cleaning and boxing things to take to Habitat/Goodwill cleaning out our house in preparation for the Big Move, we eventually got to the toaster. Our conversation went as follows:
Scint: "This thing is filthy. It's going to take forever to clean. I almost just want to trash it."
Orthos: "... yeah just trash it. Not worth it."
Scint: "Kay. Trashing it."
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Update: Toaster is far cleaner now than I thought possible... but my vigorous cleaning broke it somehow. *le sigh*
Update 2: After a solid 15 minutes of me tinkering with it and giving up, Dad made a piece of toast with it on his first try. ??? He's always been a bit of a necromancer with mechanical stuff.
So for now, the undead toaster stays until either it breaks again, or until it grows a Green Goblin face and tries to run down our ankles while playing AC/DC songs.
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With undead toast you could make a... sandlich!
I bet an undead toaster makes great cinnaMOAN toast!
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The best thing to put in an undead toaster is baghouls.
THAT'S the joke! Well done, sir. Well done.
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Yeah. I used to be sarcastic and then I realized my most wild and withering sarcasm was someone else’s core beliefs. Thanks, Internet.
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What's really interesting about conspiracy theorists and the internet is their fundamental tenet that all things carry equal weight. Impus Major engages with them on a fairly regular basis, and will link them to peer-reviewed studies, well respected research organizations, or other sources that are generally considered "valid" (he did take rhetoric in college, so he learned all about sources). The conspiracy theorist will inevitably respond with a handful of individual blog posts or Reddit threads, and declare that they are correct because they found more sources.
Um... that's not how it works...
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Um... that's not how it works...
And the worst part is, that not being how it works is fuel for their beliefs. Instead of recognizing that reality doesn't work the way they think it does and that their methods of proof are incorrect, they just point at the rebuttal and say "See how much I'm being opposed? That means I'm on the right track! THEY wouldn't fight against me so hard if I wasn't right!"
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You know, if I were a reckless billionaire, I wouldn't be so public about my space travel ambitions. I'd secretly launch a rocket, land on the moon, and leave behind the Wally World Moose statue from National Lampoon's Vacation...
“Sorry folks, the Moon’s closed. The moose out front shoulda told ya.”
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Where is Delos D. Harriman when we need him?
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People often say they hope to have a friend like Sam Gamgee. Let us all try to be a friend like Sam Gamgee.
Now that is an axiom I can get behind. I would wear that on a tee shirt.
For once I don't have to be anywhere early on a Saturday, so of course I woke at quarter after five, at the start of a holiday weekend when I could actually sleep in.
I did, in point of fact, bring work home from school with me, so I could take it out to the living room with an audiobook.
But then I would have to go make coffee first, which means grinding beans and starting the kettle, and that would wake up my son. And I'm not ready for emo tween drama.
So I'm lying awake with my phone.
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Emo Tween Drama would be a great name for a band.
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For once I don't have to be anywhere early on a Saturday, so of course I woke at quarter after five, at the start of a holiday weekend when I could actually sleep in.
I did, in point of fact, bring work home from school with me, so I could take it out to the living room with an audiobook.
But then I would have to go make coffee first, which means grinding beans and starting the kettle, and that would wake up my son. And I'm not ready for emo tween drama.
So I'm lying awake with my phone.
Towels and an outdoor outlet. I'd wrap the grinder in a bath towel, take it outside, and run it on the back porch. Nobody ever heard a thing. Kind of like the midget and the chipper-shredder, but that's another story...
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Towels and an outdoor outlet. I'd wrap the grinder in a bath towel, take it outside, and run it on the back porch. Nobody ever heard a thing. Kind of like the midget and the chipper-shredder, but that's another story...For once I don't have to be anywhere early on a Saturday, so of course I woke at quarter after five, at the start of a holiday weekend when I could actually sleep in.
I did, in point of fact, bring work home from school with me, so I could take it out to the living room with an audiobook.
But then I would have to go make coffee first, which means grinding beans and starting the kettle, and that would wake up my son. And I'm not ready for emo tween drama.
So I'm lying awake with my phone.
The House of Usher's electrics are a revolting, ancient tangle of asbestos-coated spaghetti, and feature no outdoor outlets. Too old.
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Grinding In the Backyard would be a good name for Emo Tween Drama's first single.
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Or, for the Grindcore fans amongst us, 'Revolting Tangles', by Midget Shredder.
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Revolting Tangles sounds like a Marxist barber shop.
Emo Tween Drama would be a great name for a band.
Grinding In the Backyard would be a good name for Emo Tween Drama's first single.
Revolting Tangles sounds like a Marxist barber shop.
Or, for the Grindcore fans amongst us, 'Revolting Tangles', by Midget Shredder.
Already the lineup for next year's Lil Sebastian's LOLappaloosa Fest sounds awesome!
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There's a woman at the EV charging station smoking a cigarette and it's taking all my self control not to yell: "PUT THAT THING OUT YOU FOOL! DO YOU WANT TO BLOW US ALL UP?!"
You know, if I were a reckless billionaire, I wouldn't be so public about my space travel ambitions. I'd secretly launch a rocket, land on the moon, and leave behind the Wally World Moose statue from National Lampoon's Vacation...
“Sorry folks, the Moon’s closed. The moose out front shoulda told ya.”
The only thing I would do is build giant robots.
For once I don't have to be anywhere early on a Saturday, so of course I woke at quarter after five, at the start of a holiday weekend when I could actually sleep in.
I did, in point of fact, bring work home from school with me, so I could take it out to the living room with an audiobook.
But then I would have to go make coffee first, which means grinding beans and starting the kettle, and that would wake up my son. And I'm not ready for emo tween drama.
So I'm lying awake with my phone.
...tea?
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The only thing I would do is build giant robots.You know, if I were a reckless billionaire, I wouldn't be so public about my space travel ambitions. I'd secretly launch a rocket, land on the moon, and leave behind the Wally World Moose statue from National Lampoon's Vacation...
“Sorry folks, the Moon’s closed. The moose out front shoulda told ya.”
Good thing I bought Old Glory Insurance!
The only thing I would do is build giant robots.You know, if I were a reckless billionaire, I wouldn't be so public about my space travel ambitions. I'd secretly launch a rocket, land on the moon, and leave behind the Wally World Moose statue from National Lampoon's Vacation...
“Sorry folks, the Moon’s closed. The moose out front shoulda told ya.”
Nice.The only thing I would do is build giant robots.You know, if I were a reckless billionaire, I wouldn't be so public about my space travel ambitions. I'd secretly launch a rocket, land on the moon, and leave behind the Wally World Moose statue from National Lampoon's Vacation...
“Sorry folks, the Moon’s closed. The moose out front shoulda told ya.”
I maintain some suspicion of Megas XLR due to its personification of the American tradition of taking a Japanese property, slapping a different name on it, and swearing they never heard of the original property or even Japan.
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(I'm not sure any of those thoughts are interesting, but they are random-ish.)
1) I hit the character limit in Google Notes twice last week, hadn't even considered that was a possibility. The first was when I tried to update the daily "dinners made" list I've been keeping since early 2023. No big deal, just made a copy and trimmed one list into the current 2025 menu and the other into a 2023-2024 archive. (See, not interesting.)
b) The second time I hit the character limit was when I finally updated one of my grocery lists to change all the entries from the old (closed) Winn-Dixie store location's layout & aisles to the new (new to me) location. It's been bugging me for a couple weeks like a mental popcorn hull wedged in a brain fold. I hate grocery shopping in public, and the precise & accurate list gives me the needed mental Order to get in, grab what I need, and get out as quickly as possible. That done, I realized that I don't visit my usual locations of the other competing supermarket (Publix) anymore because neither of them are near/on the way to the first supermarket... so it was necessary to update that shopping list too for a different new-to-me location. Anyway, Friday morning, I get to the W/D just as they are opening (ah yess!!), quickly do my shopping while making a few minor notes for corrections, and proceed to the self-checkout because this early they didn't have a clerked checkout open. As I'm ringing up & bagging my stuff, I overhear the register supervisor talking to another customer... about how this location will be closing in the next four to six months or so too. AUGGGGGGH!
π) I get home and start the coffee maker while I unload the groceries. Groceries taken care of, I start nibbling the marked-down day old raspberry jelly donut I bought myself as a treat. I was in a weird mindset coming down off the adrenaline of shopping and traffic, when after a few tiny bites, I have the sudden impulse to try and cram the whole donut in my mouth. Why? I dunno, but I did it. And quickly discovered I couldn't chew. And oh boy, that anxiety started quickly escalating into full panic. I got half the donut out and fast-chewed & swallowed the remainder, but I don't think I'll be wanting a donut for a while.
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I am happy to see you. And I also want your donuts.
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Best. Treehouse of Horrors. Ever.
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Adobe's Generative AI just informed me that my novel The Chaos Court has a major character named Liss DrowKuill. Spoiler:
It's like... I can handle being replaced by machines, really. I reconciled myself to that in the movie theater in 1984 about halfway through Terminator. What chaps my meatbag hide is being replaced by an incompetent machine.
Liss DrowKuill...
I'm not looking forward to when it replaces my physician. And tries to remove my splorn.
*wanders off muttering imprecations*
What frustrates me is that marketers have utterly convinced executives that it's going to make us infinitely more productive, so, for example:
Exec: How are you using AI to improve your everyday job?"
CD: Well, one of our really time-consuming tasks is to create storyboards from videos support sends us, so we're training AI to generate storyboards for us.
Exec: Oooh! Sounds fantastic! How does it work?
CD: Well, we give it an example storyboard. Then a video. Then a prompt. Then we have to adjust to prompt until it finally produces output that looks like a storyboard. Then we adjust the prompt some more until it's actually usable. Then we finally take the storyboard generated by the AI and edit it to make it recordable.
Exec: Well, that must take a lot of work!
CD: Yeah. Around 3x as long as doing it manually.
Exec: But it'll get faster, right?
CD: Yep. Once we've got the template storyboard and prompt all configured, it should only take about 1.25 times as long as it takes us to do it by hand.
Exec: Fantastic! Isn't AI great!?!?!
EDIT: And I posted in another thread that we were required to try to use AI to write our performance evaluations and they were so ludicrously over-the-top positive that we couldn't use them. We finally got a customer complaint that they were trying to write up an improvement plan for an employee who was close to getting fired and the AI kept making it sound like the guy walked on water.
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That’s all well and good, but I want safeguards in place to keep my splorn.