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| Mar-16-10 | | Boomie: Hee hee hee hee
http://www.instantrimshot.com/ |
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Mar-16-10
 | | Annie K.: <Dom> you have <another> mail. :) <Boomie: <My bad>> Interesting example. It *might* be a slightly "distranslated" - not "mis-" - I actually mean translated "away from" the possible original Latin "mea culpa", which already exists in English, as "my fault" - in which case it would fit in with Dom's theory of idiom arising from translation. But, on the other hand, it *is* so <simple> that a child could have come up with it on its own - and maybe one did - which would fit in with my hypothesis... |
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| Mar-16-10 | | Boomie: <Annie K.: My bad>
In addition to simplicity, idioms catch on because they sound better than the alternatives. For example, "You go, woman" is clunky as is "My fault" to a lesser extent. The musical aspect of language plays a major part in the popularity of an idiom. |
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Mar-16-10
 | | chancho: "That's sick." Slang for: cool, or crazy. |
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Mar-17-10
 | | Open Defence: Happy St Patrick's Day! |
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Mar-18-10
 | | Domdaniel: *That's* sick [sic]. |
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| Mar-18-10 | | Boomie: "Sick semper tyrranus"
Being King is cool, Daddy-o. |
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Mar-18-10
| | Open Defence: *It's good to be the King* |
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Mar-18-10
| | Annie K.: Oh, yes, "sick"... I remember it well. :p My first encounter with the expression, in its current incarnation, went thusly: blitz opponent: "That's sick"
me: "That's a variation of Legal's Mate :)"
b.o.: "idc*, that's just sick! :)"
*idc presumably means "I don't care".
Heh... I like a heartfelt compliment. ;)
<Dom> thanks for pong. It shall be pinged within the next two days, if I have to take my own advice... :D |
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Mar-18-10
| | chancho: Annie are you ok? Are you ok Annie?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBrW... |
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Mar-18-10
| | Annie K.: <chancho> oh, not you too... ;p I like the song, actually, but for some reason, the number of people who seem to think nobody has ever thought to quote it to me before can only be described with the term "too many". :s |
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Mar-18-10
| | chancho: <Annie K.> It was just a coincidence.
I was listening to the song, then I heard Annie,saw your name, and muahahahaha... But I know that's lame so excuse me. :P |
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Mar-18-10
| | Annie K.: You're excused. ;) |
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Mar-18-10
| | Domdaniel: A song, eh? I'm not gonna click the link, I'm gonna give my gradually fading powers of guesstimation a go, here in the Brainiac Centre for Retired and Disabled Supervillain Geniuses (I faked the paperwork - they think I'm Lex Luthor - don't tell anyone ...) I don't wear clover. But I dig cress.
The song. Couldn't be that Denver abomination, could it? Naaah. I'll go for Mr Zappa's early tune -- Deffi will know it -- 'Call Annie Vegetable'. I actually used it as the name of a spoof agony aunt column in a zine once, ages ago. "Call Annie Vegetable and the chances are good that she will reply to you ..." NB. Ergo, much cooler than the Denver thing.
<Annie> If Kafka had lived, done the decent thing and written a novel with a female protagonist, it might have gone something like this: "One morning Annie K. awoke to find that she had been transformed into a white cat. 'Interesting', she thought, although the idea of being fed on tuna-flavor catfood made her queasy. 'Why', she wondered, 'don't these humans make it in mouse flavors? Or is that too obvious?' Then she saw that some people were using their ordinators to dedicate songs to her, as though she were an Egyptian deity. 'How tedious', she thought, 'make it go away'. And it was so. For breakfast, she played with a frog..." |
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Mar-18-10
| | Annie K.: <But I dig cress.>
You do...
Wonderful little piece. :)
<'Why', she wondered, 'don't these humans make it in mouse flavors? Or is that too obvious?'> Too <ironic>, rather. Remember why cats were "domesticated" in the first place? ;) But such highly developed feline appreciation skills. It's a pleasure to play with you. :D Purr,
Bast |
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Mar-19-10
| | Domdaniel: <Bast> Your Deityship will no doubt speak the tongues of Kheb and Babel and other essential bits of human civilization such as Mayan, Aramaic and Magyar. But thou may be a tad vague on the barbarian gutturals of those jumped-up Indo-Europeans, who speak things seemingly called Italo-Celtic, Murrican, Faeroese and Farsee. So I'll take this opportunity to remind you that the Gaelic for 'high' is 'Ard'. The word for King is 'Ri' (pronounced Ree, like Hans): the old Irish Celts had a clutter of local Kings, and a boss king, the 'Ard Ri'.
The Gaelic definite article, equivalent to 'the', is 'An'.
And it doesn't hugely matter which side of the noun you tack the adjective onto. So the highest - most elevated rather than most zonked - version of your good self would be The High Bast, or An Bast Ard. |
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Mar-19-10
| | Annie K.: Particularly Magyar...
Thank you for the full title. =) Most appropriate, what with deities being such as we - oops, I mean, they - are. I knew you were going to work that term in somehow, anyway. :p In fact, I considered doing so myself, <and> including "basta" on the way... but then I decided that ran the risk of cutting the game short prematurely, so I refrained. And gained some new vocabulary thereby. :) |
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| Mar-19-10 | | Russian Grandmasters: <Dom> Happy St. Patrick's Day! I forgot all about it this year I'm sorry to say.
However I should warn you that someone is spamming "HAPPY WHACK-A-MOLE DAY" all over the website, and in addition <Niels> told me that St. Patrick was born in <Haarlem>. I'm pretty sure that's not in Ireland?
<Annie K> a short story about the death of spaghetti: "Basta Pasta"? |
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Mar-19-10
| | Domdaniel: <Russki> Just what kind of world-dominating chess-soviet hegemonizing swarm *are* you, exactly? Never apologize, never explain.
So you forgot Saint Patrick's day. So did I, as it happens. I got up at 6.00am to finish writing a piece about art and alligators, the role of the art critic as gator handler ... that sort of thing. Dedicated, obviously, to Reggie, resident of Machado Lake in Harbor City, Los Angeles, between 2005 and 2007, and the most eminent art critic in the alligator, eh, community. Anyway, this was fun, but it was also work. So I thought 'working day' and was genuinely surprised when I popped out in the world at lunchtime and found the local shops shut. There they were, gone. There was apparently a parade in the city centre, thus open businesses trying to sell stuff to paraders. But I *fear* such events. I've never actually seen or attended a St Paddy-o Parade in person, live, as myself. Seen 'em on TV though. A tad kitsch'n'zinc, if you ask me. BTW, re the death of spaghetti ... didn't Dylan write about that in 'Joey'? <"They let him out in seventy-nine:
He'd lost a major organ
But he dressed like Jimmy Osterberg
And played chess just like Morgan.
Joey, Joey
The Boston mob sent a guy to get ye
Hadda scrape yeh
Outta da spaghetti ..."> |
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Mar-19-10
| | Domdaniel: <A shamrock-toting cress-digging quote> ... "Being a living legend is such a precarious livelihood. It's like being a bar of soap in a shower which doesn't have any water in it." - John Cale
Mind you, the 96-yr-old ex-leader of the British Labour party died last week. Michael Foot was the genuine article: a living leg-end. While he was alive, I mean. |
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| Mar-19-10 | | Boomie: In the US of A we celebrated Hamburger Patty Day by thoroughly thrashing Notre Dame in "The Show". And toasting 30 years of Whitey Bulger on the run. |
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Mar-19-10
| | Annie K.: <Dom> mail going your way in a few minutes... <Jessica: <a short story about the death of spaghetti: "Basta Pasta"?>> Hmm, sounds like something that might get you excommunicated in Rome. Can't be bad! :) |
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| Mar-20-10 | | Mrs. Alekhine: Is this where we vote for the Greatest Chess Player in history? |
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| Mar-20-10 | | Mrs. Alekhine: <Annie K> heh
It's always puzzled me that <excommunicated> people can still talk. In fact, they never seem to shut up.
??? |
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| Mar-20-10 | | Mrs. Alekhine: <Dom> I'm sorry that you missed St. WHACK A MOLE day, if only because it caused you to miss "the shops." One of the best things about Korean farm life is that there are only "shops" here. No WALMART or TESCOS out here in the country.
Only local family shops and I know all the owners now. We get to haggle over prices!
This is easier to do in Korean than you might think. It depends heavily on flailing your arms about and repeating- verbatim- what the guy says to you in Frank Disbelief. "EEE Man Chunon?
EEE Man Chunon?" |
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