You know, you're like a rock for us. We can take you for granite.
You know, you're like a rock for us. We can take you for granite.
Today's top ten tag trends:
10: #ScreenshotSaturday
9: #musk
8: #blacksabbath
7: #fraeng
6: #cats
5: #CatsOfMastodon
4: #backtothebeginning
3: #TDF2025
2: #caturday
1: #almostacompliment
"Bitte senden Sie uns doch noch einige zusätzliche Kapitel, die Sie so in Ihrer gefälligen Art verfassen!", schrieb mir einer meiner Verleger vor etwa 20 Jahren.
Boah, das tat weh! Und hat die kleine "People Pleaserin" und "Junge Milde" in mir so richtig durchgeschüttelt. Ich habe seither nie wieder etwas in gefälliger Art geschrieben sondern so kackfrech, radikal, lebenswütend, leidenschaftlich und wortakrobatisch wie ich eben bin.
"Schönes Hobby!" schriebt mir der Besucher meiner Firmenseite auf einer bekannten Social Media-Plattform. Damals war ich seit 13 Jahren Gesellin, seit 8 Jahren Meisterin, seit vier Jahren selbständig und im Moment bedient
“Talking to you is like drinking vodka: clear, potent, and tasteless.”
That was great! Let’s do one more to be sure.
"You happen to have the benefit of knowing what you're talking about."
An actual "compliment" I received on a conference talk, only to realize a few days later how loaded it was. It still hurts when I remember, and it happened in 2006.
your work seems effortless . . .
Woe to you, oh, earth and sea. For the Devil sends the beast with wrath. Because he knows the time is short. Let him who hath understanding. Reckon the number next to the number of the beast. For it is a human number. Its number is six hundred and sixty five.”
Don’t be sad
Two out of three ain’t bad.
'You look good with make-up on!'
(From my form tutor at an evening event I was volunteering at... make-up was against school rules, theoretically anyway...)
'You get on with everyone, and I hate that about you'.
(Something someone very drunk said to me when I was in my first year of university. I have since learned my need to get on with everyone is a ️ trauma response
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On god, y’all, just tryin’ to make you laugh girrl
I know it's a hashtag game, but here's a true story.
A visitor: "Is that your house?"
Us: "Yes"
Visitor: "Oh... <PAUSE> I prefer the one next door"
I absolutely love that ‘for you’. For me? Eh. ‘For you’ I love it.
I mustn’t fail to miss that.
#almostacompliment
#HashtagGames
Supposedly a true story.
Victorian actor Herbert Beerbohm Tree was in a performance of Hamlet.
After the show, he was in his dressing room and W. S. Gilbert (of Gilbert and Sullivan fame) burst in with an enthusiastic cry, "My dear sir! Good was not the word!"
Shank you very much. That wasn’t so nice. I really depreciate that.
Your clothes are looking nice and vibrant today! You look like Michael Portillo.