To ramble or not to ramble...
...oh yeah, like there's any real question.
I have recently gotten into fan fiction. Admittedly, it's of the Jane Austen variety, but one step towards modernity at a time. There's a trilogy of books published that basically take Pride and Prejudice from Mr. Darcy's point of view, and they are quite good. In fact, I would even go so far as to say surprisingly so, because after a traumatizing experience with Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife at a younger age, I was wary to ever pick up any book not written by the original author. Still am as a matter of fact, but now I'm more open to the possibility that I won't need to scrub my mind afterwards. Anyway, these books manage to sound Austen-esque without being pretentious. And you know how I found them? I was looking for Aida recordings, and these books popped up because their call letters are AIDA (the first 4 letters of Aidan, the authoress' last name). Who knew that the imprecision of search engines could be so fortuitous?
I think "-esque" might be one of my favorite morphemes. It sounds so much more melodious than "-like," and it has many fewer potential ways to be misunderstood. Except for in the word lifelike. I think that one can stand, seeing as it has such a nice alliterative quality.
I do not like the horror genre; it holds no appeal for me. Except if it involves bioterrorism. I find that so morbidly fascinating. And it scares the living daylights out of me.
Why does lj's spellcheck know "morpheme" and "imprecision" (which I'm still not sure is a word) but not "bioterrorism?" Nor "lj" nor "spellcheck?"
I can't be pessimistic in a library. There's so much hope in such a vast amount of knowledge and enjoyment to be had. It's when I get home, after I've read the books that I start wondering how they ever got published in the first place.
#1. Why do the sections of lime sherbet that have freezer burn turn blue?
#1 & 1/2. How is it possible that something intended to be frozen, and existing only in a frozen state can get freezer burn? It's like a fire getting burned.
#2. Why are there locks on the personal trash disposals in the women's public restrooms? (btw, this falls in the (b) category)
#3. Who decides what a serving size is?
#3 & 1/2. Have you ever seen anyone eat only 2 thin mints in a sitting? (okay, maybe I do want an answer to this one, because I certainly never have)
#4. Why does announcing one's need to sneeze reduce the likelihood of you actually sneezing?
This is what I lie awake at night thinking about. Is it any wonder that I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder?
Dad mentioned that I won the family pill count at dinner. That makes it what, 9 years and running?
How on earth is it March already?Linguistics homework isn't nearly as much fun without anamuan around to bounce ideas off of and kvetch (nb: one syllable) to. I think that the only people who can truly appreciate a kvetch are those who care about it in the same way you do. None of my family are lx majors, so while they primed me for this certain neurosis, they really do not understand the exquisite pleasure of knowing how to explain how the temporal bias in discourse created a certain misunderstanding, nor the resultant pain at the fact that I knew that, nor the simultaneous need to stick a pen in my neck.
Wow, look, I can sound pretentious without sounding Austen-esque. Not nearly as impressive in reverse.
I have recently gotten into fan fiction. Admittedly, it's of the Jane Austen variety, but one step towards modernity at a time. There's a trilogy of books published that basically take Pride and Prejudice from Mr. Darcy's point of view, and they are quite good. In fact, I would even go so far as to say surprisingly so, because after a traumatizing experience with Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife at a younger age, I was wary to ever pick up any book not written by the original author. Still am as a matter of fact, but now I'm more open to the possibility that I won't need to scrub my mind afterwards. Anyway, these books manage to sound Austen-esque without being pretentious. And you know how I found them? I was looking for Aida recordings, and these books popped up because their call letters are AIDA (the first 4 letters of Aidan, the authoress' last name). Who knew that the imprecision of search engines could be so fortuitous?
I think "-esque" might be one of my favorite morphemes. It sounds so much more melodious than "-like," and it has many fewer potential ways to be misunderstood. Except for in the word lifelike. I think that one can stand, seeing as it has such a nice alliterative quality.
I do not like the horror genre; it holds no appeal for me. Except if it involves bioterrorism. I find that so morbidly fascinating. And it scares the living daylights out of me.
Why does lj's spellcheck know "morpheme" and "imprecision" (which I'm still not sure is a word) but not "bioterrorism?" Nor "lj" nor "spellcheck?"
I can't be pessimistic in a library. There's so much hope in such a vast amount of knowledge and enjoyment to be had. It's when I get home, after I've read the books that I start wondering how they ever got published in the first place.
#1. Why do the sections of lime sherbet that have freezer burn turn blue?
#1 & 1/2. How is it possible that something intended to be frozen, and existing only in a frozen state can get freezer burn? It's like a fire getting burned.
#2. Why are there locks on the personal trash disposals in the women's public restrooms? (btw, this falls in the (b) category)
#3. Who decides what a serving size is?
#3 & 1/2. Have you ever seen anyone eat only 2 thin mints in a sitting? (okay, maybe I do want an answer to this one, because I certainly never have)
#4. Why does announcing one's need to sneeze reduce the likelihood of you actually sneezing?
This is what I lie awake at night thinking about. Is it any wonder that I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder?
Dad mentioned that I won the family pill count at dinner. That makes it what, 9 years and running?
How on earth is it March already?Linguistics homework isn't nearly as much fun without anamuan around to bounce ideas off of and kvetch (nb: one syllable) to. I think that the only people who can truly appreciate a kvetch are those who care about it in the same way you do. None of my family are lx majors, so while they primed me for this certain neurosis, they really do not understand the exquisite pleasure of knowing how to explain how the temporal bias in discourse created a certain misunderstanding, nor the resultant pain at the fact that I knew that, nor the simultaneous need to stick a pen in my neck.
Wow, look, I can sound pretentious without sounding Austen-esque. Not nearly as impressive in reverse.