I feel like some brain trust of Chick-fil-A and the Catholic parking attendants out at Two Rivers could fix traffic in this city.
What?! You’re not chauffeuring a jar of tap water to the cemetery this morning? Are you even a historian, bruh?
Betsy Phillips
Betsy Phillips
Oh, this pattern sucks again. I’ve started the border, which starts with a round of double crochets. Except, when you do them, they don’t look like the picture, because they’re supposed to be back-loop only. I didn’t know for sure what to do at the peeks and valleys, but I improvised.
I have reached the stage of using my notes section on Ravelry to passive-aggressively fix the pattern for this blanket for others.
an old Greek name and you say it Day-moesss (like the s in snake). I can do that.
I’ve got what I’m going to say about the ‘slaves of the corporation’ written out and polished up. I typed Deimus’s name phonetically, because I had been saying “Dee-mus,” until I remembered the ‘cutie’ rule. I tried saying it Die-mus, but it just didn’t sound right. But it turns out that Deimos is
I can’t even be mad that they resent us. In their shoes, I’d be pissed, too. But, hey, the money to pay for AI “researched” studies about the horrors of postmodernism has to come from someplace. Why not the disheartening of two departments?
Deimus probably thought that the only time he’d hear that name was when someone wanted his attention. Then he gets shipped to this wilderness backwater and the whole western part of the county is filled with DeMoss family.
I always knew this office was too much. But, man, going from this—where we all have our own offices in our own suite—to cubicles in a shared space with a bunch of people who already resent us is demoralizing.
Betsy Phillips
I do wonder if Deimus and DeMoss would have sounded alike back then.
