Holy crap, it’s mid-December already! It feels more like mid-October to me, especially with the weather around here (and lots of other places) lately. I mean, it was 66° here yesterday, which is most decidedly not December-like. And it’s not as though yesterday was a fluke – thanks to El Niño it’s been way warmer than normal, and out current snow total stands at eight-tenths of an inch (which is close to two feet below average for this time of year). They say we may turn a bit more seasonable this weekend, but that’s not supposed to last long and they’re predicting a warm (and green) Christmas. I, for one, am definitely not complaining.
I thought it was stupid a few months ago when the Oxford Dictionaries declared this: to be the “word” of the year. That is quite simply not a “word.” It’s a picture (so I suppose it ought to be worth 1,000 words).
Now, Merriam-Webster has declared their word of the year to be “ism.” I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure that’s not a word, either. From Merriam-Webster itself, the definition of “word” is:
…a speech sound or series of speech sounds that symbolizes and communicates a meaning usually without being divisible into smaller units capable of independent use.
While it is a sound, and it isn’t really “divisible into smaller units capable of independent use,” I don’t think you can say that it communicates a meaning on it’s own. Plus I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t count in Scrabble®. Back in my olde tyme English class days, we used to call that a “suffix.”
But at least it isn’t a picture, so there’s that.
I’m starting to hate anyone that touches their nose around me — or on TV for that matter. Anytime I see Obama or Kerry do that shit, I fucking loathe them.
I am always surprised by how quickly English changes. I assume the speed is the result of mass communication, so that new words and uses quickly are accepted. Prepositions are the ones that get me. Now we change out lightbulbs and train up people while I still just change the lightbulb or (try to) train the dog. However, I still babysit for a kid even those who pee in their pants. A couple of days ago I read something that was obviously written by some old fogey in which she spoke of baby sitting for and peeing in. Peeing ones pants sounds painful to me.
Hmm. I would think the only acceptable use of “change out” would be something like, “I’m going to change out all my old incandescent bulbs for new LED ones.” Otherwise, if the bulb is bad, I would just change it. “Train up” sound like something a stupid person from “Human Resources” would say.
Babysit for the kid? I would think you babysit the kid for the parents.
Then again, my wife “takes” gas, while I “get” gas at Costco every Saturday.
But I think peeing your pants is better than shitting them.
I’m fixin’ to go change out the light bulb that cost good cash money. = Okie grammar.
Don’t know what to say. I was out making groceries.
Minutes after Shkreli’s arrest on charges of securities fraud, the attorney, Harland Dorrinson, announced that he was hiking his fees from twelve hundred dollars an hour to sixty thousand dollars.
Shkreli, who reportedly received the news about the price hike while he was being fingerprinted, cried foul and accused his attorney of “outrageous and inhumane price gouging.”
“This is the behavior of a sociopath,” Shkreli was heard screaming.
For his part, Shkreli’s lawyer was unmoved by his client’s complaint. “Compared to what he pays for an hour of Wu-Tang Clan, sixty thou is a bargain,” he said.
Where’s George Zimmerman when you need him?
I just heard a guy tell some teens, “When you leave up out of here….” It would take less time to just leave here.
Ciao, Lindsey! Don’t let the closet door hit you on your way out.