Once upon a time I met a young woman named Morgan. She was not horse-like at all. What does the name itself mean, and where did it come from? It comes from Welsh mythology. It's the modern form of Morgen. It was used by Geoffrey of Monmouth in the 12th-century for the Arthurian sorceress Morgan le ...

Interesting word...didn't know this one.
Thanks.

I expected to see Lower Slobovia or another, less family-friendly name for an imaginary place on that site.

Damn, I thought I was doing a good job of being an enigma. Yous got me at petrol, didn't ya?

That and the fact that your location says New Zealand.

Yeah, that was a bit of a hint...

Welcome, Enigma!

Please don't follow your avatar's example and post!

You must be snow-bound and suffering from cabin fever to be digging this deep into the old threads... ...but, here I am reading them! No snow here, just raining and in the 30s. If I had to be outside, I'd rather get snowed on than a 35 degree rain...you don't get near as wet and so you stay warmer. ...

I like this word...just a happy word. Unlike the bad commercial for the product of the same name in which it is pronounced "all French"...

My favorite explanation of some text talk...

WTF=Why the Face...

Hmmmm....


Skinem=not a fan of text talk. Or most internet signage for that matter.

I got the first and last one, but for some reason couldn't figure out the sea floor one...and I have dogs!

Susie knew she had hit the jackpot when she found a four-leaf clover. Everything began going right for her. She found a great boyfriend. She got a great job. It hardly ever rained. Then one day, she left the clover in clothes that went to the dry cleaner. It was still there when she retrieved the cl...

I'm usually at someones call and beck...

I always heard it kittycorner and cattywumpus....

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I spent a summer logging not far from Nimrod, Oregon....

...of course, lots of juvenile snickering over the name by, well, juveniles.

...but melting snow tristitiates many children...

I grew up where it snows a lot. A sure cure for wanting to move back home is visiting in January. Or February...or March...or November or December.

Well, at the end of the day in my neck of the woods the bottom line is that it's not rocket science.

I think I'll order the book as well...