Every Facebook status, Twitter hashtag, and Google+ post being “Winter is coming.”
French people, on their 80th birthday, should be required to drink 4 bottles of wine (‘cause, yknow, quatre vin)
“The best stories are about small and delicate things,” the writer said. Then the universe exploded.
“With this device I shall change history! The accursed name of Adolf Hitler will be erased from the annals of European painting!”
“Phone me,” her note read. The linguist overlooked the space, was mildly confused, and let another opportunity slip away.
(Yes, I’m a self-promoting douchebag on the last one. Sue me.)
Hashtag: a running based sport that would work a lot better if everyone weren’t so damn high
I can only assume that this Kanye/Jay-Z album “Watch the Throne” is meant to serve as an alternative soundtrack for season one of “Game of Thrones.” I am therefore excited.
And I’ma be pissed if there’s no track with “featuring Li’l Tyrion” somewhere in the title.
“Guys, my niche is being co-opted!”
“Dude, it’s pronounced Nietzsche.”
QUAFF THE HOOK: meaning “drink the hook,” presumably referring to some brand of Red Hook, and rhyming with “off the hook” (or perhaps being a portmanteau of “Quite off the hook,” which preserves the Britishish aspect of the word “quaff”).
I really don’t care what the rules are. It can even be a Calvinball can’t-play-it-the-same-way-twice sort of thing. But it needs to happen.
If you know a microbrewer who needs to propose marriage to his or her genderfriend, suggest that they do so by making a beer called “My Wily Rumor Ale” and serving it to their significant other, then waiting for an answer.
(Note: the process will go a lot faster if this significant other is dyslexic or has played lots of Scrabble.)
My mom: “ym” (short for “yo mama”)
My dad: “love adadadad” (and other variations thereupon, the longest to date being “adadadadadad”)
I’m not that surprised that their genes built me.
When making a new LaTeX file (math typesetting document) out of an old one, I hold down the Command button (ctrl, for you Windows types) with my thumb, and lazily let my other fingers wander through A-C-W-N-V-T (Highlight all, copy, close document, new document, paste, typeset). It’s purty satisfying.
At some point Sophomore year of college, Scott Olesen starting compiling words that are only ever used (at least ignoring Shakespeare and other such old schoolers) in conjunction with a particular set of other words, like “kith” (kith and kin) or “fell” (on fell swoop) or “wreak” (wreak havoc). By Googling all those parenthetical phrases at once and navigating my way through online wiki-convos, I managed to find
which is both an awesome term and an awesome list. Ultimate goal: see to it that the only use of the word “fossil” in the English language is in the phrase “fossil word.” Good, good…
New linguistic goal: find words that end with -ing that aren’t verbs if you remove the -ing, and then make them verbs when you remove the -ing. For instance, “gloaming” means “twilight”, so “to gloam” = to become twilight or to become twilightish? I guess the sky and day can gloam, as can Midna and Link in Zelda.
Nothing —> ”to noth” = to refrain from existing (E.g., “Much to Ralph’s chagrin, AT&T coverage in Berkeley continued to noth.”)
Anything —> “to anyth” = to be arbitrary (“Throughout this paper we assume the variable x anyths.”)
Was eBay simply the result of someone Pig Latinning “be”?
Is there any more awkword in PL than ayyay? (The result of PLing “yay”)