While we're at it.
I'm getting a new seersucker suit made. Memorial Day is pretty much here, and my old Alan Flusser number is showing its age (in fact, a post to a certain usenet group regarding same was the genesis of Poppy and I me becoming pals).
I figured since it's Confession Sunday, the day in which we commiserate/sneer at each other's quirks, likes, proclivities and preferences, I might get this in before the curtain goes down.
As you were.
-J.
I figured since it's Confession Sunday, the day in which we commiserate/sneer at each other's quirks, likes, proclivities and preferences, I might get this in before the curtain goes down.
As you were.
-J.
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And I don't mean the sartorial one.
-J.
The problem with seersucker suits has traditionally been the tailoring (or lack thereof), so they look as if the wearer stores them not in a closet, but in a bottle.
Lastly, often one finds that blizzard white and wedgwood blue combination which is unflattering to most men. I opt for ivory and navy.
-J.
I've got no problem with seersucker, even of the blizzard white and wedgwood blue ilk. You know that.
But here's something I've been wondering for a long time: what have you got against the use of the word "to" when you're using an infinitive? You like to leave it out, and I'd like to know why.
I figure you're scrimping on prepositions so you can spend more on seersucker suits. Or adjectives. Am I right?