Good grief. Not even a full minute after I published my last post, I head voices outside my window. I assumed it was just people walking by, between the building and the bushes - as happens sometimes - but then the voices continued. So I looked up, and nearly passed out when I saw no less than FIVE disembodied faces peering in at me out of the darkness. Bart, Brina, and three others. Any clue what they wanted? I should have guessed... a native English speaker. This time it was to (a) confirm that the phrase 'a compromising position' could be used (which of course it can), and (b) to explain what it was (and all other possible uses of the word 'compromise' as a verb).

Um. Er. Well. Could YOU do it?

It's a good thing I don't write dictionaries. Since my window doesn't open, I was hanging out Dia's window for a good five minutes talking about this, while she was trying to have a quiet Internet chat with her boyfriend. Apparently I was disturbing her; my best example to the 'wandering troubadours' was, "Well, Dia is compromising her integrity at the moment; she just pinched my ass!"