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We share office space with Money Guy's wife, who is a lawyer, and her secretary. I learned yesterday that the secretary gave her two weeks notice, and it made me vaguely happy. She's nice enough, and not awful to look at, but she's got this laugh...when she really gets going, it's a fingernails-on-chalkboard kind of experience. The intake of breath after the laugh sounds like an asthmatic fighting for breath, "ha-ha-ha-ha-haauuuGGGHGHHHHH-haauuuGGGHGHHHHH-haaauuuGGGHGHHHHH." We keep our office door closed.

So, now that she's a paralegal (passed that certification back in November) I'm certain she's found a better position than playing gopher for a single-lawyer firm doing hard luck cases in what is still largely a rural community. I wish her the best of it, and I'll miss the person. But not the laugh.

Movie Diaries...three.

The Oirish Witches

My friend Donal, a native Dubliner with a gregarious (sometime annoyingly so) personality and a great love for things technical has a phrase he uses to describe Americans who try to act Irish: "Irish with an 'O'." It refers to the awkward, Hollywood pronouciation of the long "I" sound, "oi", and the fact that most Americans pronounce it wrong, and really have no idea what Irish really means. I'm proud to say that he told me one that I was one of the few Americans he's met that "get it": I don't wear green to celebrate my irish-ness, I don't wear a kilt on St. Patrick's day, and I never, ever mention leprechauns in conversation.

This is all just exposition...( Courtesy snip... )