I have some friends on facebook, all of whom were friends in the real world before facebook was invented. I also have a bunch of friendoids on facebook, none of whom are actual friends in the real world. I show them a carefully curated fake self, and they show me their carefully curated fake selves. It is a relationship, but it is not friendship.
Trust me on this: keeping the place tidy through the winter months does not remove the “need” for spring cleaning. Those invisible dirt molecules still need to be removed.
If you’re getting cremated, a lot of funeral homes will rent you the use of a pretty coffin for the wake, then transfer you to a cheap pine box for the biological waste disposal step.
Hmm… she’s curled up on a comfy couch with books, wine, coffee, snacks and a big-screen TV. Doesn’t exactly look like she wants him to join her, so maybe going out to waste an afternoon being frustrated and not paid for it (the difference between golf and work) is exactly what she wants.
I can remember when I first noticed how many web interactions involved clicking a “submit” button, and joking about how I don’t want my computer to be my dominatrix. This was at least ten years ago, and since then it seems most website designers have come up with more human-friendly terms (observe that the button here on GC reads “Comment,” not “Submit”; the buttons on Amazon, etc., also seem to have removed the “S-word” in favor of things like “Place Order” or “Buy Now”).
I get the feeling Batty first noticed the use of “Submit” on websites about the time I did, filed it away for a future “joke,” and failed to notice the times have changed.
My bicycle has a friendly little bell.