More, you know how…
When you’re gritty dead broke and the bills are piling up and you’re getting registered letters with big red type across the top of them threatening litigation, and so delighting in conversations with French functionaries fantasizing about their next coffee break, and you have to be out of your house in 3 months, so you’re visiting tumblestone farmhouses that are insanely expensive, and the most probing question you’ve asked the real estate agent so far is, ‘um, are there any that come with a roof?’
And you keep rocketing out of sleep in the middle of the night, shaken and dread-filled, and realize that you’ve been having dirty dreams about money. Then as you’re groping your way around the kitchen at 7 a.m., your kid comes to you and says, ‘Hey, mom, you know what would be awesome? If you won the lottery and I could get those €400 shoes that are so totally kick-ass, and Aurélie just got for her birthday and, god her brother is cute, but hers are blue and I’d… ’
And right now you’ve got these landlords who are very nice people, but also kind of annoying because she’s a total gossip, but never has anything good to pass on, and the husband is a bit of a know-it-all and really into this self-sufficiency thing. Which is admirable and all, but every time you see him and he’s showing you the latest basket he weaved, or canal he irrigated, you keep thinking he’s probably in the process of engineering his wife so that she can lay farm fresh eggs. (And you wonder what you’ll say when he asks you to come over to see.)
You sometimes think life would run so much more smoothly if it had a command+z button.
You wish you remembered enough of your Latin from high school to be sure that this is as funny as it sounds.
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- Whenever I’m broke, which is just about all the time, I’m made depressed by everything I can’t have and probably wouldn’t actually want if i could have it. Guess I’m a good little consumer. roofs are nice.
— brent Mar 9, 10:06am # - ... or even just a command line interface to life, that would be almost as useful.
grep /usr/others nonsense > foo.txt | mv foo.txt /dev/null
With you in spirit, Gail. One of the (many) benefits to having the odd friend or three who still rely on the postman to relay written communication is that it makes such a pleasant surprise find an actual letter drowning in the bills and scary-looking official correspondance.
(As someone who suffered five (compulsory, mark you) years of Latin, it’s my distinct impression that many of those translations are distinctly impressionistic, at best. Funny, though.)
— Michael Mar 9, 1:38pm # - Amo amas amat!
Amari amatis amant!
Irrigate the basket
weave the canal
a basket of canals
an aqueduct of plaited reeds
you only need a roof when it rains
remember
that part about the egg-laying wife scared me
but then maybe I deserved it.
— msg Mar 9, 9:08pm # - “When you’re gritty dead broke and the bills are piling up and you’re getting registered letters with big red type across the top of them threatening litigation…”
That’s amore!
(And not amari, msg. I had to think way back, and then I double-checked on the web because I’m anal: it’s amamus, we love. If I’d told you this on the Roman streets, you’d have replied with the now little-known yomamus, your mother loves.)
— eeksypeeksy Mar 10, 4:18am # - Tu es rectus
sed fueram tergo tui matris
curra casam
— msg Mar 10, 1:01pm # - Tu es rectus
sed fueram tergo tui matris
curra casa
— msg Mar 10, 1:01pm # - {“I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat myself when under stress.”}
— eeksypeeksy Mar 10, 1:38pm # - No. I got this complicated unable-to-process script on a blank page instead of a thank-you note on the first attempt at posting, and the script seemed to be saying that my posting efforts were all in vain.
So, rather than reloading the original Open Brackets page to see was it there, which an experienced net-inhabitant and comments-page-user-with-experience-of-odd-and-possibly-misleading-though-techinically-appropriate-and-very-informative-as-far-as-that-goes-messages-that-appear-suddenly-and-unexpectedly would surely have done, I, being the neophyte I am in this, as in so many things that others take for granted daily, merely re-sent the post.
— msg Mar 11, 12:01am # - Just kidding. I was stuck in the same damned script problem, if that’s what the problem was.
Amo you guys. Buy me a beer?
— eeksypeeksy Mar 11, 4:32am # - Like this:
Fatal error: Cannot redeclare discuss() (previously declared in /home/.babymandryer/otherwor/textism.com/textpattern/publish/comment.php:13) in /home/.babymandryer/otherwor/textism.com/textpattern/publish/comment.php on line 13
{babymandryer?????}
— eeksypeeksy Mar 11, 4:34am # - Fixing, fixing…
— The Open Brackets Tech Support Team Mar 11, 4:58am # - There, that’s better.
— Dean Allen Mar 11, 5:01am # - The small things matter. Somehow, if I had enough change in my pocket during those times to buy another morning latte things seemed OK enough. Good luck with everything…and I know an architect with very reasonable rates (hehe).
— Vaska Mar 11, 9:04am # - Vamanos, a la cantina!
— msg Mar 11, 2:50pm # - It’s time for you to write the first of the books you hold imprisoned. I truly believe writing is your best talent and the one most probable to relieve your financial pain.
— Jack Lobaugh Mar 12, 8:00pm # - Aw, Jack, tu es deliciae.
— gail Mar 13, 3:27am # - I agree with Jack.
— Marshall Mar 13, 5:40am #
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