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About nothing in particular, actually.
Does anyone else occasionally use 're' as 'in response to'? Occasionally I think that's what it means, and then I think, "but where is the 'to'"? What does it mean, really? I am uninformed.
Re Sunday's Merlin episode: Merlin is an idiot. And Arthur showed great promise for not being an idiot by using his suspicious nature and superior analytical skills to correctly identify his meal. I was most impressed with his analytical skills. It was almost like listening to Sherlock Homes. (Er, to be precise, Sherlock Homes eating unidentified meat, while relating his thoughts out loud. On drugs. Or perhaps, less drugs than normal.)
... Why Myrtle enjoys flapping her wings while she's upside down, I don't know. I think I've got feathers up my nose.
The other day I was suddenly struck with a doable idea for lace more gooey than lace with hearts. I won't share it here, for I believe you would all think oddly of me for considering it. Let's just say it includes a heart, and text-speak.
I have my brother's cold, and while no amount of hot chocolate with honey may cure my sore throat, I can but try. Mmm, hot chocolate with honey.
And now I must return to the real word. And by real world, I probably mean more internet.
Does anyone else occasionally use 're' as 'in response to'? Occasionally I think that's what it means, and then I think, "but where is the 'to'"? What does it mean, really? I am uninformed.
Re Sunday's Merlin episode: Merlin is an idiot. And Arthur showed great promise for not being an idiot by using his suspicious nature and superior analytical skills to correctly identify his meal. I was most impressed with his analytical skills. It was almost like listening to Sherlock Homes. (Er, to be precise, Sherlock Homes eating unidentified meat, while relating his thoughts out loud. On drugs. Or perhaps, less drugs than normal.)
... Why Myrtle enjoys flapping her wings while she's upside down, I don't know. I think I've got feathers up my nose.
The other day I was suddenly struck with a doable idea for lace more gooey than lace with hearts. I won't share it here, for I believe you would all think oddly of me for considering it. Let's just say it includes a heart, and text-speak.
I have my brother's cold, and while no amount of hot chocolate with honey may cure my sore throat, I can but try. Mmm, hot chocolate with honey.
And now I must return to the real word. And by real world, I probably mean more internet.