I grew up pronouncing breeches as britches and I dislike the long e pronunciation.
Oz ,'First Date'
Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ugh, I am drowning in old data sheets that I neglected to go through in the last year. office still 8 billion degrees and I am gonna be stinky when I leave.
NOTHING is more fun than saying "Titicaca."
POT-uh-WAH-tuh-me. Said really super fast. Almost as fun. Not quite the glorious titty caca, but still fun.
must not have any family what works on ships, else you'd hear it lots.
Ha! Amazingly enough, I have a cousin in the Navy. But I have never quizzed him about modern rank. (And until two years ago, he did not work on a ship anyway, just fixed things right next to the ocean.)
Kristin, the Thames River thing totally threw me when I moved to CT. I was like, "No, really guys, it's Tems. My mom is an English teacher. It's Tems." And they were like, "Are we in England? No? Then shut up, you stupid Massachusetts kid."
"Are we in England? No? Then shut up, you stupid Massachusetts kid."
Words to live by.
OK, maybe not....
"Are we in England? No? Then shut up, you stupid Massachusetts kid."
I'm going to start saying this to Tom during arguments.
And they were like, "Are we in England? No? Then shut up, you stupid Massachusetts kid."
Bwah!!! So. Damn. True. That is exactly how we are. I dated a guy (coincidentally, from Massachusetts) who refused to pronounce it the right [our] way purely on snoot factor. I thought my mom was going to bitchslap him, and she is not normally a violent person.
She basically said the above, though I think a bit more nicely.
In England, yes. The Tems. In CT? Thhhhhhhhames.
Go Fug Yourself has moved.
Oh, ITA. And I'm sure if colonels appeared in my novel half as often as sergeants, it'd bug me more.
Thanks, Susan! I was feeling so alone in my hate.
Katie! My sistah in viola-playing! How much do we hate pizzicato? Almost as much as we hate whole notes.
Aww. I played violin, so it's not quite the same, but man do I hate pizzicato, too. (And I used to yearn for whole notes, because we were usually playing some horrible combination with 32nd notes. With the occasional sixteenth notes, and if we were lucky some quarter notes, but the quarter notes usually had some crazy grace note coming off it, and it was all supposed to be up in third position, which we were never formally taught. That said, I could easily see where the non-violin sections of the orchestra would be bored, however. Harmony isn't nearly as much fun to play. And I only know that because the one year I was a second violin was incredibly boring, musically speaking.) And my irritating song is Canon in D, which is played all the freaking time, rather than The Nutcracker.
May I still join the We Hate Pizzicato! club?
Moving to Connecticut also caused my introduction to the bizarre concoction known as "fritters," which in retrospect was the very first encroachment of the now-wide variety of inappropriately-fried objects into my consciousness.
N.b.: Fritters are nasty and who thought it would be a good idea to put cooked corn into a doughnut in the first place?