Or, Yes and No. One of the YA authors I follow, Maureen Johnson, has had a book, Bermudez Triangle, banned from school library in Bartlesville, Oklahoma. One parent filled out a sheet asking the book to be pulled…even though there were two other options available, one to prevent the child from checking out the book, […]
False alarm: the car’s okay, except for a bad O2 something-or-other sensor. I’ll be out of town from noonish today to afternoon May 1. I may or may not have access until I get back.
Okay, fate. Last week, you jammed the clip that holds the door to the gas cap. I gave in and took the car to the shop, so I wouldn’t be on the road to Santa Fe and unable to pry it open. Today, the day before I want to leave…you turn the engine light on.
Yesterday, Lee and I went on an expotition (Roo-style) to Sears. I told Lee I’d buy him a circular saw, and he wanted a Craftsman. Okay… We get there, amble down past the women’s clothes to the tools. Hm. Tools. But further on, I could see…yard pavilions. And grills. And… Suffice it to say, I
on·er·ous–adjective 1. burdensome, oppressive, or troublesome; causing hardship: onerous duties.2. having or involving obligations or responsibilities, esp. legal ones, that outweigh the advantages: an onerous agreement. [Origin: 1350–1400; ME oner?sus, equiv. to oner- (s. of onus) burden + -?sus -ous] or·ner·y–adjective, -ner·i·er, -ner·i·est. Dialect 1. ugly and unpleasant in disposition or temper: No one can
After dropping off the car to have the little door that covers the gas cap fixed (even jamming the switch to “release” didn’t do any good this time; I think the latch is broken, rather than the spring just bent out of place), I went shoe shopping. I don’t do this very often. 2007 marks
Yesterday was a day to mark on my personal calendar: someone asked me what I’d published, listened to the very small list (in which I included stuff that has been paid for but not published), and was actually impressed. I blushed, I stammered, I almost peed my pants. But judge for yourself. Anyway it was
There are so many, many things I like about Kids in the Hall. The last one makes me think of Lee, except he’s always “sell her to the gypsies.”
Some of the most interesting, unusual words describe everyday things. Who would have thought that the fleshy, spongy, white thing inside an orange had a word for itself… and that it would share it with astronomers? Or that it would have the same ancestor as the words for an egg part, a photo book, or
