The last time I told you anything even remotely related to the life and times of Pete Holiday, was probably last weekend… so we’re going to do the whirl-wind round-up.
Tuesday Night Supper Club was a smashing success last week. We fed nine, which is awesome… and everyone seemed to like Mom’s Heart Attack on a Plate alfredo sauce. Tomorrow we’re swinging for the fence with Mom’s Sausage Lasagne Rollups. They’re pretty much the best food ever created (when she cooks them). We’ll just have to see how I do. The rest of the week was eventful but not necessarily noteworthy. Use your imaginations.
The week is a bit of a blur, though, on account of having an obscene amount of work to do. Thursday I was up unreasonably late to make a deadline. Also had our first stats test (I made an 87%). Friday I went to dinner with Laura’s parents and cousins who were in town. They’re pretty much the cutest kids around (The cousins, not the parents. Though the parents are cute too, in a parently sort of way). They wanted me to stay and play Bamaopoly with them so I did… until midnight. I came in second place, though I was a bit of a welfare case throughout the entire game. I’m pretty sure half of my net-worth was on account of large gifts of cash from the kids who were kicking our butts.
Saturday I was up bright and early to head to The ‘Ham for the End of Summer tournament. Our team, regular season champions though we were, had a woman shortage and lost in the semifinals. Oh well. It’s harder to win the regular season anyway. It was fun, but when I woke up on Sunday I was incredibly sore.
And when did I wake up on sunday? 6:freaking:30. Why? Because la familia de laura were leaving and the kids wanted me to go to breakfast with them. I find it hard to turn down little kids. I’m sure that urge will fade once I’m a parent (scary thought). Then when I got back from breakfast I… forgot to go back to bed. Stupid addicting internet. Stupid work. Stupid Pete.
My body reminded me of that later, though, when I laid down on my bed at 7:00ish for no apparent reason and didn’t wake back up until after midnight… at which point I posted Free Music Monday, The List, and also IMed a few folks. If I spoke with you on IM yesterday at all (even before my early evening sleep marathon) I apologize for anything I might have said… I don’t remember much of it. Anyway, after those things and a bowl of cereal, I went back to bed… had probably the longest dream of my entire life (details omitted because Mom reads the site. Hi, Mom!) and woke up at 7:30.
I guess I was tired.
Now I’m killing time at work until I can reboot the server because everything and its third cousin is broken today.
Remind me, later, to post about how much it annoys me when people say “The hell with” instead of “To hell with” — HOLY CRAP, PEOPLE… “THE HELL WITH _____” DOESN’T MAKE A LICK OF SENSE! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!?
Something that bothers me is when people misuse “further” and “farther”….I mean, I do it all the time, too, but I realize when I’m wrong….so yeah, it’s okay then…
You know what I hate? Hella…because hella isn’t a word…people use it here all the time and it makes me wanna seriously smack ‘em.
It’s interesting to read the usage notes on ‘farther’ versus ‘further’… originally the words were completely interchangable… the differentiation between them as physical distance versus extent is relatively new, linguistically speaking.
In fact, the differentiation is actually fairly muddy. You’re “supposed to” use ‘further’ when speaking of non-physical distances… but most usage panels seem to also accept ‘further’ when speaking of metaphorical/idiomatic distances (even though they are generally non-physical).
In short… the set of situations in which there’s a clear right and wrong between ‘further’/'farther’ is fairly small.
Aaaaannnnnddd you suck. You suck farther than anyone could ever go. And further, too.
My niece and nephew are cute, but I’ve taught them too well when it comes to things like Bamanopoly and video games.
You know what gets my goat? - Fustrated! Can you not see that it clearly has an ‘r’ after the ‘f’? GAH!
Via Webster’s Dictionary - fRustrated!
That gets you goat, Bo? Really? Your goat? haha.
I hate it when someone uses an adjective when clearly an adverb is needed…freakin idiots.