Dana:
According to my secret boyfriend, "QI" host Stephen Fry, it is an urban legend, and [the Inuit] only have four words for snow. They do, however, have thirty different kinds of demonstrative pronouns, whereas English only has four (this, that, these, those). They apparently have words that mean "the thing under that other thing" and "the thing near us that we can't actually see" and suchlike.
lisah:
Man would that (by which I mean the thing Dana pointed out in the post right above mine while I'm typing this now but which may be further above this when I actually hit Post Message) be useful!
In Minearverse:
Kevin:
Oh good god. Somebody edited this into Wikipedia's Drive entry at one point;
The premise for this show reminds many of previous plots, mainly Paramounts [[Rat Race (film)]]. Many bloggers have brought this up (citation needed), stating that this series is another act of "questionable ethics" on the part of the Fox media company.
Matt the Bruins fan:
Did they miss that Rat Race was basically It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World with rocket cars and ballooning heifers?
Frankenbuddha:
So under that criteria, Paramount has equally "questionable ethics" for lifting RAT RACE pretty much wholesale from IT'S A MAD...MAD WORLD.
Ginger:
Which was lifted from Around the World in 80 Days, and so forth back to the Odyssey.
and so forth back to the Odyssey.
It's buried... under da big ω...
(Sorry for the natter, but I couldn't resist.)
The Trojan War could only have been improved by a scavenger hunt around the Mediterranean with triremes.
Sean in Buffy on life in Hollywood:
Every waiter in town isn't trying to become a key grip.
Topic!Cindy
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Bitches
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Oooooh. Dork fight! Dork fight! Pretty soon, they'll whip off their glasses. Well, they'll try, but the duct tape holding the frames together will get stuck in their hair, so the specs will just sort of hang in their faces, occasionally poking them in their eyes.
tommyrot, in Natter, context schmontext:
And Jesus in his agony did cry out on the cross, "Either that wallpaper goes or I do!"
flea:
(The Right To Bear Arms is a commandment, right?)
Teppy:
No, no -- the Right To Arm Bears is a commandment.
"I, the LORD your God, do love the ursine creatures above all others. Therefore, thou shalt provide all manner of artillery to every type of bear, except the Koalas, for lo, they are not actually bears. They are marsupials, you dumbasses, and I, the LORD your God, proclaim that thou shalt NOT provide marsupials with artillery, for lo, they are shifty and prone to switching loyalties without notice. In retrospect, I shouldn't have created them.
"Go now, and do as I have commanded."
JZ in bitches:
I would be all in favor of watching the humans play baseball in a catlike fashion -- it'd make lousy baseball but great entertainment.
Swisher's rounding second, coming up on third, and... he trips over Scutaro, who was tackled in a surprise move by the opposing third baseman, who's now vigorously washing Scutaro's ears!
It's a simple pop fly headed right at Milton Bradley, who's sitting on his haunches in the outfield looking dreamily at absolutely nothing. The ball plops down right by his left foot. After a minute or two of staring blankly at the ball in mild surprise, Bradley goes batshit, springs to his feet, and tries to run frantically in nine directions at once. Then he falls asleep.
The ball somehow manages to leave closer Houston Street's hand, sailing over the head of the batter curled up snoring peacefully on home plate, and whizzing past Jason Kendall, who's writhing in ecstasy as the ump scratches behind his ears. The ball flumps to the ground some yards away, and Kendall promptly bites a chunk out of the ump's hand.
