Huh? what? oh never mind *goes back to sleep*
Gobbo win?
GOBBO WIN!!!
Have I ever told you you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
And I can fly higher than an eagle,
You are the Win beneath my wings.
Quite.
Are you sure about that?
About fackin' time. You can always rely on the fackin' RASC to be late, and I bet there's no fackin' spam again.
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*Puts on army uniform that outranks a battery sergeant.*
ATTENTION! NOW YOU LOOK HERE SOLDIER, WE WILL NOT TOLERATE THAT FACKIN' LANGUAGE! YOU ARE HEREBY DEMOTED TO LANCE CORPORAL AND YOU WILL SPEND THE NEXT WEEK OR TWO STATIONED AT THE TROOP BARRACKS WHERE YOU WILL BE CHARGED WITH CLEANING THE TOILETS! NOW GET TO WORK SOLDIER, DISMISSED!
Isn't it weird how hung up people get one a single word, and yet you can make up a word with the same meaning and put it on TV and no one makes a peep about it. why is the meaning less important then a few short sounds pressed together?
Pedantry. Ironically, the more you learn about language, the more you learn about how arbitrary it is.
The fact is that the purpose of language is to communicate ideas from one human to another. If the idea is communicated, however the grammar, syntax, and pronunciation might differ from the "standard" (also arbitrary), the communication was successful.
I'm not sure if you answered my question or not...
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*Puts on army uniform that outranks a battery sergeant.*
ATTENTION! NOW YOU LOOK HERE SOLDIER, WE WILL NOT TOLERATE THAT FACKIN' LANGUAGE! YOU ARE HEREBY DEMOTED TO LANCE CORPORAL AND YOU WILL SPEND THE NEXT WEEK OR TWO STATIONED AT THE TROOP BARRACKS WHERE YOU WILL BE CHARGED WITH CLEANING THE TOILETS! NOW GET TO WORK SOLDIER, DISMISSED!
Outranked by a bloody uniform, owwww.
Still, at least I get to be the Corporal of my VERY OWN LANCE!
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Oh I was just philosophizing
NO IT'S WASN'T!!
I feel like there is some weird religious reasoning behind it.
Seasoning rather than reasoning, I think, although if GT offers you a Sacred Barbecue Rub, run very, very far away very, very quickly.
O_O you can count on it.
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Hmm, I don't care for barbecue, personally...
*steps back and unveils some sort of fiendish apparatus of rotating spikes over an upward-facing flamethrower, sitting in wait right in the direction completly horrified Vidmaster7 is presently running*
...but I do like the occasional old-fashioned rotisserie-roast!
“There ain't nobody here but us chickens...
Wait that might be a bad time to use that line. Darn you loony tunes!
Are you sure you're a chicken?
The problem is that languages are different. If they are flexible in speech, they take more concentration to listen to and understand. Conversely, if they are precise and exacting in speech, they are far easier to understand. Now, if a language gets a new expression that is also legitimate, ALL of that language shifts toward flexible, and requires more energy to understand correctly.
You're very eloquent for a chicken, if you don't mind me saying so.
Mind you, so am I.
What's going on?
*Hovers while notably not being a chicken.*
Observation indicates it won't last.
HMM...
*Checks self over. Removes chicken costume*
I thought that Scootalo shaped rune looked suspicious.
When people bother to learn things, they long for opportunities to display that knowledge. Thus, when people know words, and you communicate using something that they consider to not be a word, they will tell you so, as their propriety in this regard is offended.
This is because some people's affection for words begins and ends with simply expanding their lexicon. The true beauty of language is revealed through the study of etymology. Therein, you find how words were formed. It is just as much a historical and sociological field of study as a linguistic one: you discover not just what words mean, but why words mean what they do.
And then, once you study language, you discover arbitrariness etc, etc... see above.
Seasoning rather than reasoning, I think, although if GT offers you a Sacred Barbecue Rub, run very, very far away very, very quickly.
Here: Try some creamed corn.
:sits opposite Pulg, watching intently and expectantly:
(Der der derrr! Der! Der! Der! Der!)
Creamed corn?
Creamed corn
Creamed corn?
Take it away!
Why he had to cream the corn I shall never know (actually, I think I do, but I'm trying not to think about it).
Fried corn is the way to go.
Its a southern thing. best to use a sweet corn and not from a can.
Its delicious.
Or... You could take a cob, boil it in the husk (not long, just to soften a little, over cooked corn is too mushy), and then peel the husk (it becomes a handle now!), and dip the cob in butter (we are talking full submersion here, into a giant vat of melted butter!) add salt, and presto! some of the best tasting corn on the planet! (that's a West Virginia thing!)
Shall I tell you what we do with corn where I am from?
Or... You could take a cob, boil it in the husk (not long, just to soften a little, over cooked corn is too mushy), and then peel the husk (it becomes a handle now!), and dip the cob in butter (we are talking full submersion here, into a giant vat of melted butter!) add salt, and presto! some of the best tasting corn on the planet! (that's a West Virginia thing!)
I'v lived in ol West Virginia that is good too.
Shall I tell you what we do with corn where I am from?
Umm please no.
Shall I tell you what we do with corn where I am from?Umm please no.
I figure the folks where he is from do ok by corn, and that he is the only one you'd really have to worry about that with.
I figure the folks where he is from do ok by corn, and that he is the only one you'd really have to worry about that with.Shall I tell you what we do with corn where I am from?Umm please no.
Hmm That does make sense.
Doesn't it? I mean he's got to be some sort of pent up something from a fairly non-deviant town.
I can relate.
Well, after the harvest we would all gather in the center of town, baskets of our finest produce in our arms. then the town elders would gather in the square and, after a short invocation from the parson, strip their clothes, lather themselves with hog fat and start [REDACTED]. The minstrels would sing their songs, there would be dancing and games, all while we watched a half dozen middle aged men [REDACTED] in the middle of the square.
The sounds they would make! Some people would be so overcome by the display that they would drop trou and [REDACTED] right there in the street. I remember Mr. Fontaine, the local blacksmith. One year he pulled out a truly impressive [REDACTED] and just [REDACTED] in front of gods and everybody!
Then there would be a feast, prominently featuring the corn that the town elder's had "blessed" with their [REDACTED]. Hours later, we would return to the square to find the elders still going at it. The children would be sent home and everyone would come into the square and join the elders in their [REDACTED] until the small hours of the night. The first time a young man or woman would be invited to join in was a bit of a rite of passage. They would bring you to the center of the square and one of the elders would [REDACTED] with a full ear of corn for about twenty minutes. Afterward, the newly minted adult would be expected to [REDACTED].
The next morning there would be more than a few people walking funny, I'll tell you that for free...
Ah, memories.
Live ones.
Grunt grunt!
Hmm That does make sense.I figure the folks where he is from do ok by corn, and that he is the only one you'd really have to worry about that with.Shall I tell you what we do with corn where I am from?Umm please no.
Nevermind.
You tried.
That's presumably why all rugby games since the invention of the sport have ended up as no score draws.