I refuse to believe that he was not cognizant of the potential ramifications of that speech prior to making it.
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Someone is feeling wordy today...
I get wordy when I get angry. *L* To the point where I once frightened an elected offical during a telephone conversation. One of my prouder moments...
However, I am not a speller. In fact, I come from a long line of 'not a speller'. We're an interesting group, lemme tell ya, but we do not spell. In part, I think, because most/some of us are busy thinking in Spanish while trying to speak English. Some days, I'm lucky to put the words in the right order. Forget remembering how to spell something.
Then there's the cursing...
I am oddly proud of that.
It's a living tribute to someone I love(d). He was a stand-in dad for years. A lovely man, who hunted/fished, drank and swore up a storm. I always knew I was spending too much time with his family when I started to sound like a sailor on leave. Since I didn't want to kill anything and I'm not much for drinking, I picked swearing as a way to keep him alive and with me. It's silly, but it works for me.
The "and shit" comes from Dave Navarro. He has a thing for sounding "ghetto". No, I don't understand it, but I don't let that keep me up at night. Let's be honest, I could have picked up a far worse habit from Navarro during my time as one of his girls. No... really.
Anyway, that's a little something about me and might help explain some of my oddness.
Shut up...
Oh, and this was inspired by the loss of a bloglines reader after yesterday's post about my cat. *L* The next scheduled yammer is about being silly, btw.
Oh, oh, and real knitting content tomorrow. I am planning on felting later today. ::bounces::
Yeah, NOT a speller here. My life needs spell check.
Follow this one: I have 10 fingers. my keyboard has 110 keys on it. You can count on the fact I AM going to make a mistake. get over it. (That was a conversation with my boss a couple of weeks ago about my typos.)
Posted by: Dave Daniels | Wednesday, September 20, 2006 at 05:57 PM
Me...Jr. High Spelling Bee Champion--don't you DARE ask what year.
Someone ditched you on bloglines? ARRRRRRRRRRRRR...Kill the bastard matey!
Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day.
Posted by: Ann | Wednesday, September 20, 2006 at 06:32 PM
I love it when you swear. It's like that commercial for some car with a cut little kitty or teddy bear or somnething and he says the car scares the Shit out of him. *snicker*
Not a speller here either. I'm a spell checker. :P
*HUGS*
Posted by: KnittyOtter | Thursday, September 21, 2006 at 08:02 AM