The Inmates Run the Asylum

Carrie comes into my room.
Carrie: How do you spell "discriminate"?
Me: D-I-S-C-R-I-M-I-N-A-T-E.
Carrie: Thanks.
Carrie leaves. She comes back in about five minutes later.
Carrie: How do you spell "blatantly"?
Me: B-L-A-T-A-N-T-L-Y.
Carrie: Thanks.
Me: Don't you have spellcheck on that computer?
Carrie: Not on ANGEL (for her online English class). And I can't type up the post in Word and then paste it in ANGEL because it messes up the format.
Me: Why don't you type it up in ANGEL, then copy and paste it into Word to check the spelling?
Carrie: Oh, yeah.
Me: Yeah. Then you wouldn't have to running back and forth.
Carrie: I need the exercise.
Me: I don't need the spelling test.

Clearly, I missed my calling. I was born to be a human spellcheck.

Just the usual rambling. Move along.

( NCIS...'I'll warm up the sleigh.' )

( NCIS:LA...'Mommy in town for the holidays?' )

( Castle...'Disapproving, judgmental...you're totally my work wife.' )

In other news, Carrie says I look puffy and swollen today. She thinks I'm sick; I think I'm turning into a bullfrog. She says I can't be because I'm not ribbiting. She's no fun.

My luck, I'm filling up with alien worms and I'm gonna bust like that lady in Slither. Hell of a way to meet Nathan Fillion.

In progress ramblings. I don't promise any coherency. And it's much longer than I thought it'd be.

( NCIS...'Who let you out of your cave?' )
( NCIS: LA...'Wait a minute. Did your mom help you with this?' )