Margarine

Why do we use a soft g when saying margarine? I cannot think of another instance in English--or any other language, multi-lingual as I am (that's a joke)--where the letter g followed by an a is pronounced as a j. Gadfly, Maragaret, gardern, gas, gatto, gallon, garbage...you get the idea. Shouldn't it be spelled margerine?

Have you encountered anyone whose pronunciation of warm rhymes with farm? It is hilarious.

Was ist dies?

It has a "robust...flavor" and "thin skin".

Cheeky Monkey

Cheeky monkey simply describes people who have an answer for everything. They like to always have the [last] word. It is hard to argue with that type of person. It's their way or no way. (cheeky)

I joined a little beginner orchestra and one of the other cellists tops/refutes/counters/questions everything I say! What the heck?!  It's going to come to fisticuffs.

Surely this represents a smidgen of arrogance  and insecurity on both our parts--but more on hers, right?

Abraham Vader



I'm disturbed by your lack of faith.

Lest it appear I spend too much time on the internet,

I discovered this in the newspaper today, although that is an electronic link...

Some guy with a lot of time and a collection of Star Wars action figures. 

'Cat Herders'

Eggs

From whence do eggs come?

Cloaca.

I am completely grossed out. I'll take my eggs from the store, please. No hens.

No milk either, thank you.





Operator Error

No, not another customer service story. I could share another carwash story but that might make me appear less than functional. Tragically, my experiences of late seem to support impairment. Is this what is is to age?

I was blow drying my hair and a few strands got caught in the air-intake. For you short-haired types, if you're quick enough the hair can usually be pulled free with a minimum of pain/damage. Slow thumbs or something prevented hasty action and somehow it became a tug-o-war with me on the losing end. I ended up having to cut my hair free because the dryer was 2 inches from my head. Running late as I always am, I turned the thing back on only to hear the motor running at 1/4 speed and smoke wafting out the end. Huge wad of hair constricting the fan. Should I go to work with wet hair or attempt to take apart the dryer? I'm unsure why that was even a debate in my mind but taking the screws out of the handle does not make the dryer pop apart. In fact, no amount of prying, banging, or cursing gained me access to the fan. So, wet hair and late for work. Nice.

In my cloud of irrational thought and overscheduling this week, I also decided to hop in my car and drive on the freeway 5 minutes before a scheduled phone interview so I could be on-time for yet another cello "master class" with all the kids. Can't be late for cello, ok to be late for work. Can't be late for cello, ok to compromise interview, safety, other drivers, etc.

Ah, yet another caffeine-fueled late night post--truth-serum for the weak minded...caffeine, that is, not my post.