it seems the thing about not being able to read tone from an email (so don’t ever have an argument via email – go live, really – meaning received quickly becomes not meaning sent) applies to blogs too

yesterday’s bermuda time triangle in marriage thort which i had intended as a light-hearted whimsical tongue-in-cheek adrian mole/adrian plass type “where’s-the-time” montage was interpreted as a serious cry of anguish which was ripping my marriage asunder and in the words of monty python, “i didn’t expect a kind of spanish inquisiti…”

“NOOOOOOOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!!! OUR CHIEF WEAPON IS FEAR, THAT’S ALL, FEAR AND SURPRISE… OUR TWO, OUR TWO MAIN WEAPONS ARE FEAR, SURPRISE, AND A RUTHLESS EFFICIENCY OUR THREE, THREE MAIN WEAPONS ARE FEAR, SURPRISE, RUTHLESS EFFICIENCY, AND AN ALMOST FANATICAL DEVOTION TO THE POPE… AH. AMONGST OUR WEAPONRY ARE SUCH DIVERSE ELEMENTS AS… I’LL COME IN AGAIN.”

or something. which did bring in a lot of well-meaning-intentioned explanationalisms on why dishwashers are the way to go (“saved my marriage” – anon) which is great and i really appreciate all the comments and the love and all of that, but i really was just trying to lightly comment on a phenomena and see if anyone else newly married had noticed the same – i think figuring out the time/space continuum together is an amazing part of marriage which will ‘save my marriage’ as long as we keep doing it together

[all that and our kitchen really doesn’t have space for a dishwasher so we’d really have to move if our marriage needed saving that much which fortunately at the mo, it doesn’t]

thankx everyone. especially you python!