It seems a fic should be written that validly has both baited breaths and intensive purposes.
Well, a gathering is brie, mellow song stylings; shindig, dip, less mellow song stylings, perhaps a large amount of malt beverage, and hootenanny, well, it's chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny.
Oz ,'Beneath You'
Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers
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§ ita § - Mar 10, 2005 11:46:31 am PST #9603 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Dana - Mar 10, 2005 11:48:24 am PST #9604 of 10000
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
I saw a rec the other day that used the phrase "a mute point".
Nutty - Mar 10, 2005 11:53:55 am PST #9605 of 10000
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I know a couple of linguists who call these mis-heard and mis-derived phrases "eggcorns," after an example of someone coming up with an elaborate explanation for why the things that fall off oak trees are like eggs that wear hats. (We call them acorns.)
I think you get 1 eggcorn point if you reproduce a mis-heard phrase without thinking it through, but 5 points if you think through a completely legitimate (or anyway, reasonable) derivation history for your mis-hearing.
And, a lot of these dealies end up as general parlance. Do you know anybody who says the "spit and image" of someone? No -- we all say "spitting image", which was an eggcorn invented probably 100 years ago.
I think you have to have a very good sense of humor to be a linguist.
amych - Mar 10, 2005 11:56:17 am PST #9606 of 10000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I think you have to have a very good sense of humor to be a linguist.
It's self-selecting. If you have a sense of humor, you become a linguist. If not, you write cranky letters to the editor about these kids today and how they don't teach proper English in the schools anymore.
shrift - Mar 10, 2005 11:58:12 am PST #9607 of 10000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Gaugin? Er, painter Gaugin? How does he get to have secret heirs?
The usual way, I suspect: random, accidental insemination at a fertility clinic in Tupelo of a beautiful young ingenue who bears an infant son and then dies tragically in a golf cart incident, leaving behind a fortune and a beautiful-yet-emotionally-damaged Postimpressionist little boy.
Or Gaugin met Michael's great, great, great gran in his travels, tumbled her, painted her a picture, and left before she found out she was knocked up, so g-g-g gran shrugged, got hitched and had the kid, and a lifetime in Spike years later, wossname unearthed said painting from the attic and nearly pissed himself at Antiques Roadshow when it was verified as an authentic.
It loses something when you leave out the golf carts and the mystery of how Gaugin's frozen spoodge got to Tupelo.
Sophia Brooks - Mar 10, 2005 11:59:34 am PST #9608 of 10000
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
Well, in my "Happy as a rafter in the marketplace" example, I had a whole story in my head about how HAPPY a rafter in the marketplace would be, looking down on all the people, living life.
Katie M - Mar 10, 2005 12:01:19 pm PST #9609 of 10000
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies
The usual way, I suspect: random, accidental insemination at a fertility clinic in Tupelo of a beautiful young ingenue who bears an infant son and then dies tragically in a golf cart incident, leaving behind a fortune and a beautiful-yet-emotionally-damaged Postimpressionist little boy.
Well, okay, yes, obviously.
Dana - Mar 10, 2005 12:19:56 pm PST #9610 of 10000
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
It loses something when you leave out the golf carts and the mystery of how Gaugin's frozen spoodge got to Tupelo.
Doesn't it always?
Matt the Bruins fan - Mar 10, 2005 12:30:07 pm PST #9611 of 10000
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
See now, I had this whole story built up in my head about a Tahitian beauty whose hopes for domestic life with the painter were dashed deciding to take vengeance by raising her offspring to torment and confuse the French for generations to come...
Lyra Jane - Mar 10, 2005 12:52:24 pm PST #9612 of 10000
Up with the sun
"Per say" annoys me because people who write it clearly think they're being smart.