Because I am a suck for a pun

[flemmings]

...and the world continues to be a howling wilderness, and that unfortunately isn't just my hormones talking, this:

(The British newspaper) The Independent has turned Comet Swift-Tuttle into Comet Swift-Turtle. *Twice*.

"Not only a typo, but an oxymoron..."

Smiles, and goes content to the crocodile.

Comments

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

But what has that goat ever done to me? ^_^

No, it's hormones and plumbing and the world situation, meaning I endure no more than anyone else mad enough to do renovations. Now someone at daycare had their basement flooded with sewage when an idiot city employee assumed 'no one lives east of here' and pumped someone else's blocked drains in that direction. And she in turn said 'Well at least we have insurance but not all our neighbours do and the City is saying it's not responsible.' Shit does indeed happen.

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

I sympathise.. we did renovations some three years ago now...and I still have nightmares about the whole thing.

I am certain now I don't ever want to move again, because after all that I want to 'enjoy' the results for a damn long time.

That comes from the thinking that if I move, I am going to have to do the whole thing all over aagain...*shiver*

Your sewage comment also made me smile...I used to analyse industrial and domestic waste when I worked in a laboratory. All 'fun' I can tell you! ^__^, But the Tnepou lookalike made it all worthwhile!

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Why am I somehow unsurprised to fins a Tenpou look-alike analyzing industrial and domestic waste...?

The only way to do renovations is be so filthily rich you can live elsewhere while they're being done *and* hire a full-time gadfly, independent of the architect and the contractor, to watch everything like a hawk and yell when eg they put the bedroom wallpaper on the stairs. (I've never mentioned to my bro that in fact having abstractish dusty pink roses going up his stairway makes his place look much homier and comfortable than the severe lined wallpapet that should have gone there, whose severity is no match for the poofiness of the bedroom's pillows and cushions and shams. But it's the principle of the thing.)

[incandescens]

Tut. Usually the Independent's quite _good_ about that sort of thing, not to mention being one of the better papers around . . . still, if it brings a little sunlight into your wilderness.

On which much sympathy.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Well, it does. ^_^ The Swift-Turtle Comet is up there with Oh the Huge Manatee! as a mood lifter.