I agree, it shouldn’t be used as a way to slam someone. Point it out if you’re in the middle of a useful response. I would consider this a form of error detection / error correction feedback, because maybe the original poster genuinely doesn’t know. Speaking for myself, I would wonder what the speaker hears in their head when they’re presented with both spellings.

But if we’re playing fast and loose with the rules, then we should also accept ‘luce’ as another alternative. The point here being, how far can we take it before everyone agrees that it’s no longer a reasonable alternative?

I’ve long considered that learning a second language is like learning to play music. So yeah, there’s the precision of classical, versus the freestyle of jazz.

But if you’re playing some vinyl on a turntable and asking others to listen to it while jumping around on the floor next to it, don’t be surprised if people seem distracted when the needle starts to jump around. Was that a glitch, or was it intentional?

Tangent time: around 25 years ago I was reading up on DNS (and BIND) and came across something that stuck with me. I might be paraphrasing, but it went something like “be strict in what you send, and flexible in what you accept”. The context had to do with acceptable DNS names being passed around, and a methodology to improve the odds of mutual success.

Shifting back to being more on topic: I wish I could speak and write at a level far better than I can now. When I hear certain speakers (typically from England) I simultaneously have a great appreciation for their language competence and a regret for my own competence. I do try to be better, although I do fail.

In the end, I’d like to be able to bring others along when I lift myself up.

Forsooth, verily, and widdershins

*Lourdes

persona non grata

And floss

Reminds me of the Abbot in Sir Terry Pratchett’s Thief of Time.

Back in the 80s one of my first jobs out of university was working downtown Toronto. One of my coworkers was this effervescent woman of Japanese-Canadian descent.

She would talk about what it was like meeting guys in clubs.

“So, where are you from?”

“Scarborough”

“Uh… no, I mean where are you originally from?”

(feigning an “oh I getcha now” moment) “Ohh okay, yeah… Saskatchewan”, since that’s where she really was from, previously.

Knew it would be NJB before clicking :D

• JJ Jameson

Let me preface this by saying that I’m old. 

I was out for a long run yesterday. Playing the Hype Running List on Spotify. Enjoying most of the songs/artists being played thwre, eg, RATM, Beastie Boys, even some older stuff.

One song I was a bit meh about was The Boys Are Back In Town by Thin Lizzie. But this time, the lyrics made me stop and have a wtf moment. Here’s what I’m referring to:

You know that chick that used to dance a lot Every night she’d be on the floor, shakin’ what she’s got Man, when I tell you she was cool, she was red-hot I mean, she was steamin’

And that time over at Johnny’s place Well, this chick got up and she slapped Johnny’s face Man, we just fell about the place If that chick don’t wanna know, forget her

And I was like “hold up, are they saying what I think they’re saying?” Like, why would she slap his face? And why would you guys be dismissive of her and cool with Johnny?

Being hot/attractive doesn’t give you license to assault someone. So fuck off with that shit.

I have a friend who is graphic designer for a small shop. Customers drop off work at the front desk, and depending on how much effort it works out to be, it can land on his desk.

Some customers insist on explaining to “the designer directly”. They get told/warned that it’s more expensive (hourly) and that the clock starts as soon as he walks up to the counter. And some customers agree to these terms.

It’s always entertaining to hear his stories.

Ditto the keys per keyboard.

And the keys look like lightly toasted marshmallows.

Kicked out of an SX-70

Ruh roh

If you hit an icy patch on a winding road, I recommend not closing your eyes.

May we all only share and receive kindness.

Well said, @cokeslutgarbage

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Wild guess, reading between the lines:

Dad had an extramarital affair. His squeeze got preggers. Dad is suddenly pro-choice.

Mom finds out about the affair and the pregnancy and is now mad at dad.

OP only knows what his parents have shared, intentionally or not.

Same/similar.

Met up at hers to study. Didn’t study much, but we chatted a lot.

She told me about how she was born with a birth defect (hips or tibias, I don’t recall now) and how fairly early her on as a baby she had surgery to correct it.

The surgeon made a point out of really doing a nice suture to make the scars as minimal as possible, for future “young lady” her.

She wasn’t shy about showing me, pulling down one side of her pants to show the pretty much invisible scar. “See??”

And I did nothing. Call it good manners, call it being shackled by the fear of self-doubt.

Geez. I just now remembered her full name. And it’s been more than 40 years now.

He has a brother named Jesús.