Whipper Snappers and their New Fangled Ideas

First you need to read BRK's post from the other day. Specifically the bit about email etiquette

You don't double space after a period anymore?

I didn't get the memo. Shouldn't all former English majors get some sort of Western Union telegram announcing these kind of punctuation decisions?

Or maybe it came by email and I missed it because I was sipping tea and wearing white gloves while I tip tapped away on my Smith Corona on the veranda of my Victorian porch.

Wow, I feel old. I didn't know.

Anyway here's a nice explanation of the current punctuation situation.

EDIT: oooh aaaahhh, I just found a webcomic about punctuation. And there's violence!! Violence about punctuation!! Take that as a warning all those who would dare enter into the dangerous world of punctuation. Punctuation is pretty d&mn close to puncture....just saying. /insert weak hiccuping evil laugh. (About punctuation, has violence and is commenting on zero punctuation....reading the comic really made my day)

Apologies, contrite-like

Nope haven't been writing. But we are here to make amends and fill you in:

GirlFriday? Library school finals have consumed my time. I've finished them. But they've left me feeling drained and tired. Oh and the electricity is out in 1/2 of my house. So no power for the TV, no lights in the bedroom but there's light in the side room and working plugs in the bathroom. Go figure, it's weird.

DeadRabbit's workgroup Yellow Poxless has been not-so productive. (sssshhh don't tell management). You know how it is, someone calls out sick, someone else is down in the break room. We're suppose to be heading into Wailing Caverns and, as they say around the water cooler, "straightening its files and balancing its budget."

You ain't off the hook WC...Yellow Poxless will gather itself together and we will be asking to see your account ledgers...oh yeah, fear us!!!!

Squirrel is in a bit of a funk. There's rules that bind the Yellow Poxless (hey nothing wrong with some rules...they make the Anti-Pug experiment interesting). And until DeadRabbit gets to worklevel 20, our rodent friend is stuck at journeyman Engineer. And he so wants Expert Engineering. Impress the other squirrels, ftw, and goblin jumper cables, ya know? Squirrel, at this point, wants to flex his Engineering prowess. Settle down Squirrel, you'll get your chance.

Cynishade is in the Outlands and, isn't helping orphans yet, but is doing his bit to bring a little happiness to the kids.

Madhare, my pew pew lazerbeam warlock in Sidhe Devils, was in Loch Mordan getting her little gnome a$$ handed to her but the Troggs (over and over...Madhare has not quite got the Warlock "Fear Me" thing down...so far, she's more "I am warlock, stomp on me!"

and the previously mentioned, long delayed Thrall-mandated Variety Show? I swearz its coming. Ya can't rush artists! But I'll get them on stage, I promise. The curtain will rise. Legs will be broken. The show will go on.

A clean-slate

I just read this great post over at newly legit*** Gun Lovin' Dwarf Chick...you can read it here. Okay, yes I have my secrets. Don't we all? I'm going to join the GL'DC and lay 'em out on the line.

DeadRabbit's Secretary's Laundry List:

I had a Leif Garret album. I bought it. And I listened to it. And I don't care that he looks like a mopey-assed Blood Elf...I still was made for dancing

I use to make fun of computer gamers. I considered myself a console gamer dyed-in-the-wool and disparaged what I saw as the "tip tapping" mincing game play of computer games. And look at me now /grin. I love WoW.

I'm an English major and a rotten speller. And, here's the worst part, I don't care. "Correct" spelling is a fairly new invention. English is an evolving language...and a little incorrect spelling helps that process in my book. Plus I consider it a huge social faux-pas to correct grammar and spelling mistakes. Especially, if it's obvious that it was a mistype.

DeadRabbit's List of Shame:

I'm kind of excited about the variety show. Anybody tells Thrall and I will deny, deny, deny. And then sheep the ba$#t@d who told him.

I didn't just skinny dip once in the Ogrimmar lake but many times.

Sometimes, as I'm getting dressed in the morning, I sing "Dem Bones" in front of the mirror:



Chester comes clean:

I'm not that fond of acorns. They are just so "nutty." Now a good steak with mashed potatoes on the side? That's good eating.

I read Watership Down and Animal Farm and hated them. I know that DR's secretary is all about the books and LOVES those two in particular. But blah, blah, blah...talking animals...blah, blah, blah. Give me a Tom Clancy novel any day of the week.

**newly legit? what???

Seems Appropriate After Previous Post

Have you seen this yet? Zendulo, thank you for strapping on the angry pants:




It's a response to this video...which is pretty damn funny....but does lay a smack down. There are no hawt nerd gurls? What?:






Okay, I've already proven that DeadRabbit is dead sexy. But I'm gonna back up my girl Zendulo. And put on the angry pants:



Hawt in a post-Victorian, mournful English major, MLS student nerd-o-rific kind of way, no?

My nerd credentials?

Saw Star Wars (original release) in the theaters 14 times.

Saw Indiana Jones (original release) in the theaters 8 times. The last time, crammed into one seat WITH my brother because there weren't two seats free.

Collected Star Wars cards: full set of the blue and the red

1978, I'm eleven. My brother is six. For Halloween, I was Princess Leia and my bro was R2D2. My mom, an artist, recreated the costumes from my Star Wars cards. People were dumping bowls of candy into our halloween bags because we looked so damn cool.

Sheesh, let's cut to the present. Love R.O.D., finished Halo on Legendary and then replayed it on Hero using just the M6D pistol, play WoW, gave my spouse a written explanation of what it means to be a gamer pre-marriage (just wanted to make sure we wuz clear), read urban fantasy, quote LOTR (movies and books) and Monty Python with my best friend.

My ace in the hole? I can quote (in Middle English) the first 18 lines of the prologue from Chaucer's Canterbury Tales from memory. Boo-ya!

Probably not uber-nerd but not so shabby.

Real World Etiquette

Hey folks,
This is me. As in not DeadRabbit or Chester but the secretary who's been writing this all down. And I have a real-life story to relay. Hot of the presses, kids. This happened to me just two days ago.

I am not an athelete. But I have a friend who is an ex-athlete. She's convinced me to go to the gym with her to exercise. I was not prepared for "locker room" etiquette. There be rules. And there be rules that are up for debate. For instance, a rule that is up for interpretation is "how does one walk from the locker to the shower room?" Some girls take that walk buck naked. And then there is the crowd, myself included, that wrap a towel around themselves. A firm rule? When you are in the shower stall with the flimsy curtain that doesn't quite cover the opening, you do not look in someone else's stall. Firm rule....never broken. There might be a glance to see if a stall is occupied but that's it.

This story concerns a rule I thought was a firm rule. Never to be broken. Inviolate. Ach! Not so.....

Two days ago, my friend and I were in the locker room post work-out. And I decided to use the sauna. The rule about the sauna room? You don't chit-chat in there. Unless you are just entering at which point you can nod at someone or, if you are members of the same team, you can talk to each other. But otherwise, silence and sweating.

I walked up to the sauna room and I should have KNOWN that trouble was heading towards me. Because there was a woman in there with her leg propped up on a stool. Yes, get the image in your head: she was standing in a small sauna room, buck naked, with one leg propped up on a stool. She was AIRING her nether regions. What???? Airing of the nether regions???? NO! No, that is so not allowed. But my back hurt and my friend was behind me, so I walked into the sauna room anyway and took a seat.

And this girl turns around and starts to chit chat. A lot. What???? Stop...stop talking. You were just airing yourself and now you are talking to me????? Ach! I am handling this....I'm polite...but inside my head I'm screaming, "no, no, no." Finally, my friend says, "we should take a shower." Okay DO NOT CUE cheezy porn music. She did not mean "we" as in some sort of group shower. She meant we as in everyone in their individual stalls. But I wasn't sure this girl knew what she meant. Because she nodded and started to head toward the showers.

I stalled. I gave her a couple of minutes in the shower room. When I figured I was safe I went in. And then I heard (because lord knows I didn't look)...I heard her blowing her nose in the shower. Yes, blowing her nose in the shower...with volume....and substance.

I died. Literally. Right there. Take me now because there is no reason to go on.

--Rabbit, Girl Friday extraordinaire, who did not die but has lived to tell the tale.

For more, gym/bathroom/public "private space" etiquette, you should really check out A View From Behind's take on the matter.