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Madelaine McMasters

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  1. Yeah, I'm sooooooo glad my moderating days are over. But, not as glad as those I moderated.
  2. If I could avoid inconsistencies/contradictions in my own postings, that'd be great.
  3. I'm not always interested in reassuring those who claim they're being bullied. That's sometimes done to excuse bad behavior by people who know they're the bullies, or are so self-unaware they can't imagine they're the root cause of their own unhappiness. Whether I offer reassurance or facilitate an ignominious exit depends on my admittedly fallible assessment of the situation, and the ever present realization that I'm perfectly capable of harming myself.
  4. I'll AR spam and egregious violations of the ToS in the forums. I think I have filed only one AR in-world over my 14+ years here. That was for an annoying death threat from someone I presumed was drunk. I've never blocked/ignored a forumite. I generally block only objects in-world and clear the block list every few months. I've said this many times before, but we are usually our own worst enemies. Most disagreeable people eventually recognize their own self immolation, so I generally just wait them out (yeah, sometimes I help them out). That frees me to set fire to those who really deserve it, the people I like.
  5. Well, yes! And even more sinister, a cartel!! Bwahahahah (*cue lightning and thunder *) One of the things we might do here is help dispel that toxic and inaccurate little fiction. First you impugn my demonosity, now you attempt to dispel belief in the FIC? Put down that bottle, Scylla. Someone's got my back. Thank you, Li'l.
  6. I lived next to St. Catherine's Residence For Young Women when I was in grad school. Across the street was another apartment building that housed a lot of students from Patricia Stevens Career College and Finishing School. The street between those two buildings was a mecca for young men in fast cars.
  7. I love Klezmer, I love Fats, I love mash-ups... https://www.npr.org/transcripts/377739536 Proof that Klezmer works everywhere...
  8. But, Lorraine Feather couldn't let The Minor Drag go without lyrics...
  9. Though Fats Waller is best known for his songs, he did quite a few instrumentals. Here's one...
  10. I haven't been following the conversation, but there's zero chance Scylla reported you. First, she laughed at your "Squeakeasy" comment. Second, she's not the kind to report anything other than spam and blatant breaches of ToS. She was, of course, kidding. Or, maybe I am and she really did report your post. Now you don't know two things. Oh, I do I love my job.
  11. I have a dinette with lots of windows. I use it as a greenhouse. I usually eat at the kitchen island, often on the cutting board I used to prepare the meal. If I've got things to do, I'll eat while doing them. It's not uncommon to see me walking to the mailbox while munching on something. I'm gnawing on a carrot as I type this.
  12. While we're discussing misnomers... Am I the only one who never eats in her dining room? That's where I wrap gifts.
  13. In our family, bathrooms went by many names: Outhouse (I still have one in RL) Inhouse (I have three of those) John Potty Crapper Little girl's/boy's room Head Biffy Throne room Powder room Where can I see a man about a horse? I know there are more, but I'd need to sit on the throne for them to come to me.
  14. Sarah, your ire reminds me of the story of TV talk show host Jack Parr walking off his own show for a month to protest the censoring of a joke he told regarding a bathroom... https://wordinfo.info/unit/3956 Here's the setup and the joke, which suggests that, probably before our time, Americans were not the only prudes... An English lady, while visiting Switzerland, was looking for a room for a more extended stay, and she asked the schoolmaster if he could recommend any to her. He took her to see several rooms, and when everything was settled, the lady returned to her home to make the final preparations to move. When she arrived home, the thought suddenly occurred to her that she had not seen a "W.C." around the place. So she immediately wrote a note to the schoolmaster asking him if there were a "W.C." near the room. The schoolmaster was a very poor student of English, so he asked the parish priest if he could help in the matter. Together they tried to discover the meaning of the letters "W.C.," and the only solution they could come up with for the letters was for a Wayside Chapel. The schoolmaster then wrote the following note to the English lady: Dear Madam: I take great pleasure in informing you that the W.C. is situated nine miles from the room that you will occupy, in the center of a beautiful grove of pine trees surrounded by lovely grounds. It is capable of holding about 229 people and it is only open on Sunday and Thursday. As there are a great number of people who are expected during the summer months, I would suggest that you come early; although, as a rule, there is plenty of standing room. You will no doubt be glad to hear that a good number of people bring their lunch and make a day of it. While others who can afford to go by car arrive just in time. I would especially recommend that your ladyship go on Thursday when there is a musical accompaniment. It may interest you to know that my daughter was married in the W.C. and it was there that she met her husband. I can remember the rush there was for seats. There were ten people to a seat ordinarily occupied by one. It was wonderful to see the expression on their faces. The newest attraction is a bell donated by a wealthy resident of the district. It rings every time a person enters. A bazaar is to be held to provide plush seats for all the people, since they feel it is a long felt need. My wife is rather delicate, so she can't attend regularly. I shall be delighted to reserve the best seat for you, if you wish, where you will be seen by everyone. For the children, there is a special time and place so they will not disturb the elders. Hoping to have been of service to you, I remain, Sincerely, The Schoolmaster.
  15. Adriano Celentano's "Prisencolinensinainciusol" is the best example I can offer of what a lot of songs sound like to me... When I first saw that video, I developed an instant crush on both Adriano and the lead dancer Raffaella Carrà (more particularly, I fell in love with her hair). If Raffaella is the icing on Adriano's cake, her performance of "The Flower Child" dance @3:35 in the video would be the sprinkles on top. Rap/hip-hop is such an important part of the music world that I couldn't let my general inability to understand the vocals get in the way. So, I sometimes hunt down lyric sheets. As with music in general, there's a lot of "meh" to be found, but there are also some gems, telling compelling stories with interesting wordplay. Now and then something rappy/hip-hoppy all comes together for me*, with understandable lyrics telling an interesting story, a moving melody and/or beat, and simple, compelling visuals. I can enjoy this by just reading the lyrics, watching the video with the sound off, in the car where the lyrics are unintelligible, I've yet to find a way this song isn't enjoyable. Digging into rap lyrics eventually led me to spoken word poetry, and Rives... And Sarah Kay... *Thanks to @Scylla Rhiadra for bringing Angie Mack's mesmerizing hula skills to my attention.
  16. All the time. I have always had a hard time listening to songs because I can't make out the words easily. I've never been able to understand why, but sung words often sound like mush to me or I miss key words so they just don't make sense. I couldn't tell you the lyrics to most songs. Sung words are enough of an annoyance that I usually turn them off and find something instrumental to listen to. Interestingly, choral music doesn't bother me, probably because I don't expect to unweave what's going on in the separate voices. I just listen to the music and ignore the words. More evidence we're sisters, Rolig. In college, one of my professors studied "speech intelligibility in the presence of noise". I was his favorite guinea pig because even a little noise renders me voice impaired. Music is often noise when I'm trying to understand lyrics. There are singers who enunciate clearly and recording engineers who know how to keep the vocals clear, so there are songs I understand and enjoy. The rest are just fodder for misunderstanding, which I also enjoy. Though I don't keep score, I'll estimate that about half the time I inquire about or search for a restroom, I hear John Fogerty's voice.
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