This can’t be right.
*Take This Test!*
I was supposed to be a chocolate glazed donut. Or a Boston cream filled donut. I don’t even like jelly donuts.
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WP came through surgery fine yesterday. There were some problems with her blood pressure (nothing really unusual for any animal/person under anesthesia) but no serious complications. We didn’t visit her last night – didn’t want to stress her too soon after her surgery. There’s a chance we’ll be able to pick her up this evening….
My Life in Boxes
Unpacking continues. I’ve managed to get all my science fiction books over to the new apartment now (I’ve guesstimated that there are about 1200 books in the collection, but I’ll really have to sit down and inventory them one of these days). All my veterinary and science texts remain at the old apartment, though. They’re…
Saluting one’s self.
These cramps are getting annoying. Without warning, my fingers or toes lock up. If it’s my hand, for some reason it’s nearly always the middle finger of my right hand, locked straight and stiff, as though my body were flipping me off. I was trying to read tonight, but holding the book caused me to…
Off center.
I’m off-center today. I seem to have come down with a temporary case of ADD, and can’t settle in on any one project on my desk for longer than half an hour. I received totally undeserved praise on one job that is now a full month overdue … the guy who assigned it to me…
A happy ending.
I continually underestimate The Prof [insert head hung in shame here]. He got things fixed with the apartment management this morning, and they’ve agreed to extend our lease for an additional month, which is all we need to accomplish the move. No penalties, no grief, no problems. The Prof brought the paperwork over for me…
Still Kicking
This weekend marks 15 years since my liver and the rest of my body shook hands and decided to give it a go together. There’s been a few rocky patches, but they continue to mostly play nice with each other. It’s rather like getting a cat and keeping it in a room filled with lots…
I hope those know-it-alls don’t make learning latin even less fun :o)~
And if I don’t actually see a car, then it can be anything I want it to be.
Remind the know-it-alls that the Latin language, and its pronunciation, evolved, so there is no one "proper" method. Furthermore, while we have some ideas how it was spoken in the Classical period, we have no definitive answers. All any of us can do is adopt the best guess. As the good folks at UPenn say, "The so-called Roman Pronunciation of Latin aims to represent approximately the pronunciation of classical times." If you want to see how they do it, try http://ccat.sas.upenn.edu/jod/AG/allgre.8.html.
I think I’d have rather had your teacher than the first one I had, a Jesuit whose only goal seemed to be to make his students cry. He was a humiliation-teaches-best kind of guy. 😛 Not that singing mnemonic songs isn’t humiliating. Hmmm. Maybe they’d both suck.
Hope class gets better. 🙂
your latin class sounds like a scene out of waiting for guffman. lol.
and, as luck would have it…slithers behind nearest large tree branch…the boy and i bought two wicker papasans last night. sadly, when we got them to the apartment, we found that they’d given us the wrong cushion for mine. now we have to go all the way back and get the right one.
The egg is cracking!!!!!!
~QE
Doggone you Sal!
More tests?
It sounds like class is fun.
The couple sound obnoxious and rude.
You’ve still got me singing
~all you need is love~
~all you need is love~
re the mirror project site: it’s absolutely fascinating seeing all the different and unique ways people have taken self-portraits
if you’d like to submit your own one, they pretty much accept all submissions so long as they fit within size requirement
sez
Vini vidi vici. Or something.
Both dogs are doing alright… Hooray!! What a nasty week we had last week but now everything seems better. I think the Dachshund had some problems with her anal glands yesterday (she’s been to vet because of them before), but my mum emptied them. It seemed painful for her, though. I’m thinking they didn’t empty themselves last week because she didn’t poop. LOL I know, a bit too much info.
And dammit, I took the past life test too! AND the doughnut test!
There is always "one" in any class, you are lucky, you have two know-it-alls in your Latin class (which sounds like it is going to be hard!). Feel sorry for the teacher having students that undermine him behind his back.
<quiz addicted nerd talks>
Nya nya, I’m a glazed doughnut and you’re just a jelly doughnut! Bwahaa!
</quiz addicted nerd talks>
The whizbang people hit my website 515 times this week!! Good lord!!!
LOL!
It’s good to know I’m appreciated =)
Those tests are dangerous…I know!
Do you think you could translate something for me into latin if I asked really nice like?
I thought you already knew what you were in a past life, or are sherpas not interesting enough for you?