Foiled again!

[caddyman]

It's just turned midnight and I find that I must iron a shirt for tomorrow. I have learnt from the emergency hotline, that the office will have power tomorrow (indeed it has power now), and that we are all expected to turn up and earn our pittance.

There is, of course, one caveat: the air conditioning will only be operating at about 50% efficiency. Chiz, and indeed, curses. Fatties like me depend upon such amenities in the summer (and let's be frank, they're pretty good in the winter, too). I mean, they took the time out to fix the rest of the circuitry, why not the air conditioning? Are we to work in a mediaeval sweatshop, like some far eastern textile worker? I say, no! Never! To the barricades!

Oh, who am I kidding?

Iron shirt, shave, take shower and go to bed. It's a school night.

Grumble.

(And by the way, I hate the US English spell checker on this thing. If I want to use learn as a hard verb, I bloody well shall, thank you very much).

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not too learned then

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

So, the American English spell checker works for this whole web site, not just for those of us who live in the USA? Stupid. That explains why the damned thing wanted me to say "favorite" when I compiled my partial list of *favourite* bands, yesterday. In my 15 years living among the clueless colonials, I've always refused to lower my standards in order to spell and mangle perfectly grammatical sentences in their fashion. And THEN the buggers have the undiluted effrontery to find me amusing.