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Me too. :) And the occasional typo is to be expected, certainly. I'm talking more about the people who don't understand what the problem is, or even better, try to argue that it really is "it's beauty" (or whatever).
Lately when I'm typing, even though I know perfectly well which homonym I want, the fingers will sometimes run away from me and type the other. I'm hoping it's not a sign of encroaching Alzheimer's.
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Yes, rest assured, Ruth, that homophone madness afflicts all ages, from the youngest writers to the crusaders of the Middle Ages to the "golden year" ambassadors of wisdom.
Did you know that technically a homonym is only a word that sounds alike AND has the exact same spelling (but a different meaning). Homonyms would be mouse, bat, and bark.
What we normally call homonyms are actually homophones. Those would be words that sound alike but do NOT have the exact same spelling (and mean different things). These are the ones that we mistakenly write all the time:
there, their, they're
you're, yore
effect, affect
I'll, aisle, isle
... and so forth. Not a language peeve, just a technicality.
And I am very forgiving of people who malign the language due to regional quirks. For instance, my family uses a construction common in pockets of New England (not sure of the source). It's what I call the negative positive. Examples:
Sue: "I'm a Red Sox fan."
Jim-Bob: "So aren't I."
Vern: "And so isn't Maybelle."
Obviously, that SHOULD read:
Sue: "I'm a Red Sox fan."
Jim-Bob: "So am I."
Vern: "And so is Maybelle."
I've worked hard to un-learn it, but everyone in my extended family still speaks this way, which doesn't make the un-learning any easier.
Did you know that technically a homonym is only a word that sounds alike AND has the exact same spelling (but a different meaning). Homonyms would be mouse, bat, and bark.
What we normally call homonyms are actually homophones. Those would be words that sound alike but do NOT have the exact same spelling (and mean different things). These are the ones that we mistakenly write all the time:
there, their, they're
you're, yore
effect, affect
I'll, aisle, isle
... and so forth. Not a language peeve, just a technicality.
And I am very forgiving of people who malign the language due to regional quirks. For instance, my family uses a construction common in pockets of New England (not sure of the source). It's what I call the negative positive. Examples:
Sue: "I'm a Red Sox fan."
Jim-Bob: "So aren't I."
Vern: "And so isn't Maybelle."
Obviously, that SHOULD read:
Sue: "I'm a Red Sox fan."
Jim-Bob: "So am I."
Vern: "And so is Maybelle."
I've worked hard to un-learn it, but everyone in my extended family still speaks this way, which doesn't make the un-learning any easier.
No studying, just "catching."
Nota Bene: When I was a lad (James Garfield Administration), I thought homo meant man. Now, it's all the same.
Nota Bene: When I was a lad (James Garfield Administration), I thought homo meant man. Now, it's all the same.
That was scary. I just went through not only Rivka's link, but many others. I always knew that the word "homonym" was used to cover all of these sound-alike words (different spellings or not), but thought that they were TECHNICALLY incorrect.
Check this site out and you see I'm not the first to go on wild goose chases:
http://rogersreference.com/rrhomonyms...
What's worse, the guy throws in homographs. (And now my head hurts.)
OK, so another language summit is in order. And more unlearning maybe. My question is: Why have a word like "homonym" if definition #1 is "homophone" and definition #2 is not what homophone is defined as being?
You don't have to answer that...
Check this site out and you see I'm not the first to go on wild goose chases:
http://rogersreference.com/rrhomonyms...
What's worse, the guy throws in homographs. (And now my head hurts.)
OK, so another language summit is in order. And more unlearning maybe. My question is: Why have a word like "homonym" if definition #1 is "homophone" and definition #2 is not what homophone is defined as being?
You don't have to answer that...

Since it's English, the answer became "all of the above." ;) Much as it pains my presciptivist soul, there is some logic to it.

Hi East,
Yes, I deplore the techy changes but agree they are inevitable. However, I prefer a more casual writing and speaking style than I did 10 or 20 years ago. I also prefer to take on ee cummings ideas on capitalization and punctuation for my online writings.
I've mentioned previously, Walter Ong, who wrote about the changes technology makes on human thought patterns. He was talking about the changes that occured when civilization went from an oral to a written culture. It's fascinating and I think a similar thing is happening today.
Yes, I deplore the techy changes but agree they are inevitable. However, I prefer a more casual writing and speaking style than I did 10 or 20 years ago. I also prefer to take on ee cummings ideas on capitalization and punctuation for my online writings.
I've mentioned previously, Walter Ong, who wrote about the changes technology makes on human thought patterns. He was talking about the changes that occured when civilization went from an oral to a written culture. It's fascinating and I think a similar thing is happening today.
Yes, language is a living thing, it seems -- a protean beast, ever changing, enduring illnesses, adjusting to its environment, competing with itself and the cultures that feed it.
I am not a linguist or even a product of college courses on language. In fact, I'm learning a lot here. For instance, just yesterday I learned the word "prescriptivist" thanks to two posters on the L&G group here. It's almost like the "whole language" vs. the "phonics and drills" thing -- some like to go to the rule books and hold strictly to them, and others like to go with the flow and talk about the River Language... its eddies and currents... its turbulence and change. Me, I like to keep a foot firmly entrenched in both camps. I admire conventions (for sanity and coherence), but love the way language changes with us, too.
That said (where are we? ah, yes, the Language Peeves thread), I'm not wild about the effect of texting lingo, either.
WORSE, to me, are some recent trends in literary fiction. One of them is the dropping of quotation marks for dialogue. I just read His Illegal Self by Peter Carey and he did this. I think Cormac McCarthy did it in his latest end-of-the-world book (The Road), too. Why? What does it prove? To me, it seems like an affective conceit that accomplishes nothing (unless you consider occasional confusion over who's talking as "something").
ee cummings was fun, but I give his anti-capital hijinks much more rope because he's a poet and poetic licenses, as we all know, are honored in all subject states (check the Geneva Convention). But in prose using all lower case would begin to grate, as would all caps, as would no paragraphing.
Two and a half cheers for conventions, then.
I am not a linguist or even a product of college courses on language. In fact, I'm learning a lot here. For instance, just yesterday I learned the word "prescriptivist" thanks to two posters on the L&G group here. It's almost like the "whole language" vs. the "phonics and drills" thing -- some like to go to the rule books and hold strictly to them, and others like to go with the flow and talk about the River Language... its eddies and currents... its turbulence and change. Me, I like to keep a foot firmly entrenched in both camps. I admire conventions (for sanity and coherence), but love the way language changes with us, too.
That said (where are we? ah, yes, the Language Peeves thread), I'm not wild about the effect of texting lingo, either.
WORSE, to me, are some recent trends in literary fiction. One of them is the dropping of quotation marks for dialogue. I just read His Illegal Self by Peter Carey and he did this. I think Cormac McCarthy did it in his latest end-of-the-world book (The Road), too. Why? What does it prove? To me, it seems like an affective conceit that accomplishes nothing (unless you consider occasional confusion over who's talking as "something").
ee cummings was fun, but I give his anti-capital hijinks much more rope because he's a poet and poetic licenses, as we all know, are honored in all subject states (check the Geneva Convention). But in prose using all lower case would begin to grate, as would all caps, as would no paragraphing.
Two and a half cheers for conventions, then.
As I do text message (to keep up with my kids) I do sometimes take the necessary short cuts WHEN TEXTING (although I refuse to use LOL on principle)! I don't see a place for text language anywhere else. Check out Daily Diary What I just Finished for an example of text language out of context. There was a bit of a furore over here in NZ recently when some Min of Educ nincompoop suggested that answers in English exams written in textspeak would be acceptable!!!!!!!!
My language peeve? Pant. As a noun, not verb. As in "This stylish linen pant come in three beautiful spring colors."
Pant? As if I have only one leg?
R
Pant? As if I have only one leg?
R
well the pant thing is strange
perhaps it comes from pant suit?
i like the river metaphor for language
i took a college course entitled
the history of the english language
(i beleive it originated as a pbs special)
it was very informative and the first time i was introduced to the concept of language development
i had always been given the impression that language was fixed and standard
perhaps it comes from pant suit?
i like the river metaphor for language
i took a college course entitled
the history of the english language
(i beleive it originated as a pbs special)
it was very informative and the first time i was introduced to the concept of language development
i had always been given the impression that language was fixed and standard
Pant reminds one of dog breath, which I agree is peevish and foul. Most foul.
I wonder if pant is like scissor -- naked without its "s"?
Maureen -- if language isn't fluid, I'm in big trouble. There's no way language wants to be fixed (See? It's crossing its legs) or, God help it, standard. We need flexibility in our language. Rules and conventions for sanity, yes. But enough room to breath, thank you.
That's my middle-of-the-road position and I'm sticking to it (as cars barrel down from both directions).
I wonder if pant is like scissor -- naked without its "s"?
Maureen -- if language isn't fluid, I'm in big trouble. There's no way language wants to be fixed (See? It's crossing its legs) or, God help it, standard. We need flexibility in our language. Rules and conventions for sanity, yes. But enough room to breath, thank you.
That's my middle-of-the-road position and I'm sticking to it (as cars barrel down from both directions).
middle of the road works for me
as long as i can meander down into the ditch (where all the wildflowers grow) or down the railroad tracks for a good look around at the environs off the beaten path :)
as long as i can meander down into the ditch (where all the wildflowers grow) or down the railroad tracks for a good look around at the environs off the beaten path :)
Actually, Maureen, I think it should be pants suit. But you're probably right, it probably started there.
Salesgirls look at me like I'm nutz, when I'm on a rant about this.
They're probably right.
Salesgirls look at me like I'm nutz, when I'm on a rant about this.
They're probably right.
rant on ruth
we must at least attempt to hold the line
my 21 year old always hated it when i stopped him when he was speaking and said slowly and carefully...enunciate
he didn't like it but he learned to do it
now when they start saying slack instead slacks they've simply gone too far
we must at least attempt to hold the line
my 21 year old always hated it when i stopped him when he was speaking and said slowly and carefully...enunciate
he didn't like it but he learned to do it
now when they start saying slack instead slacks they've simply gone too far
How did we get this far without mentioning these two:
1.) "Me and..." subjects, as in "Me and Jim-Bob are going down to the Maybelle's to have us a smoke."
2.) "The Good Well Syndrome," as in "I played good today" and the simple charmer "I did good."
Caveat: I say, "You done good" all the time (but it's all in fun, you see... you do see, don't you?).
1.) "Me and..." subjects, as in "Me and Jim-Bob are going down to the Maybelle's to have us a smoke."
2.) "The Good Well Syndrome," as in "I played good today" and the simple charmer "I did good."
Caveat: I say, "You done good" all the time (but it's all in fun, you see... you do see, don't you?).

yes, language always changes. the river analogy is good. Language has been changing since its development.

i always have to think about the i/me situation and default most times to I in the bill and me scenario
ruth's rule of saying it seperately doesn't work in this case
i find when i have a grammar available and hone up-i'm fine
but then i move and books go in storage and my skills atrophy
english teachers of course have the benefit of teaching the discipline everyday therefore become like well oiled machines
ha...there you go, i have english teacher envy
my pet peeve is the well/good conundrum
my grandmother instilled that one in me and i have yet to meet a regular joe
(even quite well educated, intelligent people) who didn't give me a puzzled look when my response to their question "how are you?" is "i'm well"
i've also insisted my children always answer that way
ruth's rule of saying it seperately doesn't work in this case
i find when i have a grammar available and hone up-i'm fine
but then i move and books go in storage and my skills atrophy
english teachers of course have the benefit of teaching the discipline everyday therefore become like well oiled machines
ha...there you go, i have english teacher envy
my pet peeve is the well/good conundrum
my grandmother instilled that one in me and i have yet to meet a regular joe
(even quite well educated, intelligent people) who didn't give me a puzzled look when my response to their question "how are you?" is "i'm well"
i've also insisted my children always answer that way
English teachers are not well-oiled machines. I listen to and read their mistakes all the time. I make them, too. What's worse, we often teach stuff that is technically wrong (like the homophone/homonym/homograph mess I just researched more heavily).
It's just like that old Parson Weems bio of George Washington. He wrote this apocryphal garbage about George chopping down a cherry tree and then it was taught as fact forever until someone blew the whistle and said, "No, George sold Studebakers, but that cherry tree malarkey is just that... the figment of a Parson's imagination (apparently as great as his girth)."
P.S. Hello, Gilbert (new face). Did you know that many students separate Catholics from Christians, too (as if they were apple and orange instead of Granny Smith and Macoun)?
It's just like that old Parson Weems bio of George Washington. He wrote this apocryphal garbage about George chopping down a cherry tree and then it was taught as fact forever until someone blew the whistle and said, "No, George sold Studebakers, but that cherry tree malarkey is just that... the figment of a Parson's imagination (apparently as great as his girth)."
P.S. Hello, Gilbert (new face). Did you know that many students separate Catholics from Christians, too (as if they were apple and orange instead of Granny Smith and Macoun)?

My mom always cringed when my sister and I used to say, "You want to go with." That is, or started as, a Chicago area slang, and Newengland,
I also hate "Me and..., as well as putting down good when it should be well." I have a couple of other slang expressions that drive me nuts. In the Chicago area they say, "Jeet Jyet." This means, "Did you eat yet?" The other is from the Midwest. It goes, "Worsh." If you don't know that one, it means, "Wash." I must admit that I never could figure out the ." or ". things. If I got it mixed up, I am very sorry.
Maureen, saying them separately does work in the I/me dilemma.
Bill and me went to the market.
Bill went to the market.
I went to the market.
Me went to the market. Ack, no.
ergo
Bill and I went to the market.
He gave it to Bill and I.
He gave it to Bill.
He gave it to I. Ack, no.
ergo
He gave it to Bill and me.
R
Bill and me went to the market.
Bill went to the market.
I went to the market.
Me went to the market. Ack, no.
ergo
Bill and I went to the market.
He gave it to Bill and I.
He gave it to Bill.
He gave it to I. Ack, no.
ergo
He gave it to Bill and me.
R
aha
i guess i sped read the post and transposed in my mind
thanks
perhaps not well oiled but more exposed to even just the vocabulary
noun verb adverb adjective so good so far
possesive ok owns it
subjective objective uhhhhh
let me go find a book
it's that simple-if i don't use it i lose it :)
i guess i sped read the post and transposed in my mind
thanks
perhaps not well oiled but more exposed to even just the vocabulary
noun verb adverb adjective so good so far
possesive ok owns it
subjective objective uhhhhh
let me go find a book
it's that simple-if i don't use it i lose it :)
That's OK, Maureen. Losing it can be kind of fun (think of the things you've "lost" in life). Of course, finding it can be fun, too. And aren't I getting away with murder here on the lack of pronoun reference?
Hi Andi. Some of your peeves are regional things. I'm not a Mass. native, so I've run into a few myself:
In Massachusetts, they:
* call water fountains "bubblers"
* call soda "tonic"
* call milkshakes "frappes"
* call grinders "subs"
* call shots "jimmies"
* call r's "ahs"
* call everything "wicked"
Not that any of this upsets me. They can't help it. It's what they were weened on. In Connecticut, we know better.
Hi Andi. Some of your peeves are regional things. I'm not a Mass. native, so I've run into a few myself:
In Massachusetts, they:
* call water fountains "bubblers"
* call soda "tonic"
* call milkshakes "frappes"
* call grinders "subs"
* call shots "jimmies"
* call r's "ahs"
* call everything "wicked"
Not that any of this upsets me. They can't help it. It's what they were weened on. In Connecticut, we know better.
ne are you baiting me?
mass imported wicked from maine of course
i once worked at a school in downeast maine (the real downeast well past "ba habr")
the custodian painted the words "NO PAKING" in the fire lane in front of the school
laughable maybe but right on phonetically in the vernacular
it's really a wonderful local dialect
i also know a woman there who calls herself tereser (theresa)
all that said, the book i mentioned previously, "The History of English Language" explains this occurance by explaining it's roots
my ex-mother-in-law used to say "spider" for an iron frying pan, "cut on or cut off" the lights and "warsh" for wash
the book told me that her ancestors who came from a small island in the chesapeake bay still spoke in a dialect that resembled elizabethan english more than standard modern "american" english because of their centuries of relative isolation on the island
i had no "idear" but i was a little less judgemental
mass imported wicked from maine of course
i once worked at a school in downeast maine (the real downeast well past "ba habr")
the custodian painted the words "NO PAKING" in the fire lane in front of the school
laughable maybe but right on phonetically in the vernacular
it's really a wonderful local dialect
i also know a woman there who calls herself tereser (theresa)
all that said, the book i mentioned previously, "The History of English Language" explains this occurance by explaining it's roots
my ex-mother-in-law used to say "spider" for an iron frying pan, "cut on or cut off" the lights and "warsh" for wash
the book told me that her ancestors who came from a small island in the chesapeake bay still spoke in a dialect that resembled elizabethan english more than standard modern "american" english because of their centuries of relative isolation on the island
i had no "idear" but i was a little less judgemental
My mother, from Connecticut, used to say
waist for blouse
pocketbook for purse
Ap-pricot instead of A-pricot
trolley instead of streetcar
And so, of course, did I. As a schoolkid I was embarrased and worked really hard to erase this kind of stuff from my vocabulary. Dumb.
waist for blouse
pocketbook for purse
Ap-pricot instead of A-pricot
trolley instead of streetcar
And so, of course, did I. As a schoolkid I was embarrased and worked really hard to erase this kind of stuff from my vocabulary. Dumb.
my maine grandmother called a blouse-shirtwaist
she also cautioned me to never say i was mad but use angry instead (mad was crazy)
she also always corrected me when i
said "i hate" instead i was allowed to say "i dislike"
altho in that case i don't think it was a language issue but a moral one
hate being sinful
i also wish i'd retained more
she also cautioned me to never say i was mad but use angry instead (mad was crazy)
she also always corrected me when i
said "i hate" instead i was allowed to say "i dislike"
altho in that case i don't think it was a language issue but a moral one
hate being sinful
i also wish i'd retained more
Yes, everyone (in CT) says pocketbook for purse. And we eat supper, not dinner. Dinner is the grand affair you have mid-Sunday afternoon (say, at 3) instead of lunch or supper.
Richard -- I made the mistake of ordering a milkshake my first year in Mass. They served up this watery concoction worthy of a spittoon. "Where's the ice cream?" I demanded. "Oh, you want a frappe," they responded.
And CT may be one of the only states where they call "sprinkles" or "jimmies" on top of a sundae "shots." Also, in CT, we have "Package Stores," not Liquor Stores. How's THAT for high class? (You only buy a package, I mean. Even the minister cannot frown on THAT.)
There's nothing like a hot grinder from the Italian south end (Franklin Ave.) in Hartford. The rest of New England cannot match it. I've looked far and wide.
We used to say dungarees and sneakers, but that's probably just old-fashioned as opposed to a quirk of dialect. Now it's jeans and... OK, I admit it. I still show my age and say sneakers.
Oh. We say cellar for basement. And when I had to live in Jersey for 5 years (ugh), no one seemed to have hatchways into their cellars. I've seen it called bulkhead, but we called them hatchways. Great for water entry on monsoon Mondays.
Pop was something you matched with corn. I've noticed in Mass. that many use "Pop" for "Dad" (if capital P) and "pop" for soda (if lower case), but no one used that in CT that I can recall. Tonic was bitter -- quinine, to be specific. Soda was and is all that sweet crap -- Coca Cola, Pepsi, birch beer, cream, ginger ale, orange, grape, etc. I still can't believe I drank it, not to mention gallons upon gallons of "bug juice" (anything red and sweet that gave you a cherry mustache).
Ah, memories and language. They make you kind of sad in a lovely kind of way...
Richard -- I made the mistake of ordering a milkshake my first year in Mass. They served up this watery concoction worthy of a spittoon. "Where's the ice cream?" I demanded. "Oh, you want a frappe," they responded.
And CT may be one of the only states where they call "sprinkles" or "jimmies" on top of a sundae "shots." Also, in CT, we have "Package Stores," not Liquor Stores. How's THAT for high class? (You only buy a package, I mean. Even the minister cannot frown on THAT.)
There's nothing like a hot grinder from the Italian south end (Franklin Ave.) in Hartford. The rest of New England cannot match it. I've looked far and wide.
We used to say dungarees and sneakers, but that's probably just old-fashioned as opposed to a quirk of dialect. Now it's jeans and... OK, I admit it. I still show my age and say sneakers.
Oh. We say cellar for basement. And when I had to live in Jersey for 5 years (ugh), no one seemed to have hatchways into their cellars. I've seen it called bulkhead, but we called them hatchways. Great for water entry on monsoon Mondays.
Pop was something you matched with corn. I've noticed in Mass. that many use "Pop" for "Dad" (if capital P) and "pop" for soda (if lower case), but no one used that in CT that I can recall. Tonic was bitter -- quinine, to be specific. Soda was and is all that sweet crap -- Coca Cola, Pepsi, birch beer, cream, ginger ale, orange, grape, etc. I still can't believe I drank it, not to mention gallons upon gallons of "bug juice" (anything red and sweet that gave you a cherry mustache).
Ah, memories and language. They make you kind of sad in a lovely kind of way...
Neat little anecdote there. Well written, too. After billions of grinders, they get to "retire" to the old country... maybe an Aegean island even.
Ever seen that cheesy B-movie, Summer Lovers, starring Daryl Hannah? Great footage of the Greek islands. And Daryl, if you like that kind of blonde girl burnished by the sun thing...
Ever seen that cheesy B-movie, Summer Lovers, starring Daryl Hannah? Great footage of the Greek islands. And Daryl, if you like that kind of blonde girl burnished by the sun thing...
daryl was too skinny and the wrong gender for me but the greek isles sound lovely
that is one place i've always wanted to visit
we had a great gyro place that had the same types (greek owners) for years in Portland Maine on Congress St.
i don't remember the name
and an italian place, another greek place, a bagel place called bagel one before bagels were popular
all sorts of little places
now they just have restaurants or starbucks
altho there are still a few coffee shops with some character here in san diego
crete---hmm :)
that is one place i've always wanted to visit
we had a great gyro place that had the same types (greek owners) for years in Portland Maine on Congress St.
i don't remember the name
and an italian place, another greek place, a bagel place called bagel one before bagels were popular
all sorts of little places
now they just have restaurants or starbucks
altho there are still a few coffee shops with some character here in san diego
crete---hmm :)
Crete? To me the sound is almost unreal. Mythological. Like Atlantis or something. As if you'd get off the plane, walk across the tarmac, and see the Minotaur having a ball (of yarn... for breakfast... at a quiet, sun-baked café called "Ariadne's").
Me, I could use a place that the rest of the world hasn't discovered yet. Once again, the enduring appeal of Crusoe's "dilemma"...
Me, I could use a place that the rest of the world hasn't discovered yet. Once again, the enduring appeal of Crusoe's "dilemma"...
yes i agree on it's mystique, just the sound makes me want to go there
discovered or not
i don't know if there truly are any undiscovered spots
we speak to new zealand and australia with ease
and i can not think of any untrammpled place
but less traveled, there are a few
and even the familiar often has small surprises
it is soooo busy here it's difficult to find quiet nooks but there are a few even in the busyness
discovered or not
i don't know if there truly are any undiscovered spots
we speak to new zealand and australia with ease
and i can not think of any untrammpled place
but less traveled, there are a few
and even the familiar often has small surprises
it is soooo busy here it's difficult to find quiet nooks but there are a few even in the busyness
Speaking of "busyness" vs. "business," did you know that "business" is commonly misspelled as "buisness" by uncommon misspellers? I guess, phonetically, it makes sense, but I always thought it was mystifying how so many kids choose the exact same misspelling for certain words.
Spelling and the English Language make strange bedfellows. Here's a peeve: the most commonly known spelling rule of all ("i" before "e" except after "c") has so many exceptions as to render it this side (2.3 kilometers, to be exact) of useless.
Signed,
Neighbor weighing in
Spelling and the English Language make strange bedfellows. Here's a peeve: the most commonly known spelling rule of all ("i" before "e" except after "c") has so many exceptions as to render it this side (2.3 kilometers, to be exact) of useless.
Signed,
Neighbor weighing in
Did you mean 'kilometres' mayhap - neighbour?? (Ok ok!! I'll stop underscoring the English v American spelling issue)! I think 'i before e except after c' has a definite place in educational practice as the first example of a mnemonic that most people learn (along with 'when -ing comes to play, little -e runs away'). The fact that exceptions will continue to bank up over their years in school is neither here nor there really.
I Before E Except for Many of the Words in this Play's-the-Thing
Wearing nondescript beige, the robber demanded pain-free codeine from the pharmacist, who, having a conscience, said, "You will never be deified if you continue a life of crime."
Thinking of his deity, the robber would not deign to listen to this lowly pharmacist. So he feigned anger, made a feint to the pharmacist's left, and behaved feisty in general (because the sergeant major was busy).
"I have a gun, so you lose!" the robber shouted eight times (to make a point). "Either you fork it over or I will play my dreidel on your pill-counting tray!"
"I forfeit," said the pharmacist.
"Heigh-ho!" shouted the Lone (Tonto was otherwise occupied) Ranger. "Give me your freight, fool!"
Swinging around, the robber said, "You do not cow me. You do not even heifer me. Step back while I continue with this heinous crime and become the heir apparent to Jesse James."
"That is the height of indecency, naming another masked marauder in front of my Loneliness," said the Lone Ranger. "This heist is over, thanks to my leitmotif."
"Leitmo what?" neighboring Tonto said. "That's neither here nor there, last I checked, Kemosabe."
"How prescient of you, Tonto," said the masked Ranger. "Long may you reign as my second fiddle while you rein in Bullet... um... Silver... or whatever that galloping glue factory is called out there."
"Are you insulting horses?" Tonto demanded. "Seize the moment and beg its forgiveness, for everyone knows that horses make for a better society than the ever-ungrateful white man."
"Back off, Sheik. We'll have none of that racist cant."
"Your sovereign started it with his usual surfeit of words."
"Our President?"
"Something along that vein. The weird guy with the big ears and the mouth problem."
"Is that a veiled reference about his intelligence, then?"
"Indeed. And by the way, your robber is long gone by now. As is anyone who started reading this bloody post."
"Wha--? Heigh-ho, Bullet... er... Silver. A-weigh!"
"I before E except for everything we just said," Tonto sighed.
Wearing nondescript beige, the robber demanded pain-free codeine from the pharmacist, who, having a conscience, said, "You will never be deified if you continue a life of crime."
Thinking of his deity, the robber would not deign to listen to this lowly pharmacist. So he feigned anger, made a feint to the pharmacist's left, and behaved feisty in general (because the sergeant major was busy).
"I have a gun, so you lose!" the robber shouted eight times (to make a point). "Either you fork it over or I will play my dreidel on your pill-counting tray!"
"I forfeit," said the pharmacist.
"Heigh-ho!" shouted the Lone (Tonto was otherwise occupied) Ranger. "Give me your freight, fool!"
Swinging around, the robber said, "You do not cow me. You do not even heifer me. Step back while I continue with this heinous crime and become the heir apparent to Jesse James."
"That is the height of indecency, naming another masked marauder in front of my Loneliness," said the Lone Ranger. "This heist is over, thanks to my leitmotif."
"Leitmo what?" neighboring Tonto said. "That's neither here nor there, last I checked, Kemosabe."
"How prescient of you, Tonto," said the masked Ranger. "Long may you reign as my second fiddle while you rein in Bullet... um... Silver... or whatever that galloping glue factory is called out there."
"Are you insulting horses?" Tonto demanded. "Seize the moment and beg its forgiveness, for everyone knows that horses make for a better society than the ever-ungrateful white man."
"Back off, Sheik. We'll have none of that racist cant."
"Your sovereign started it with his usual surfeit of words."
"Our President?"
"Something along that vein. The weird guy with the big ears and the mouth problem."
"Is that a veiled reference about his intelligence, then?"
"Indeed. And by the way, your robber is long gone by now. As is anyone who started reading this bloody post."
"Wha--? Heigh-ho, Bullet... er... Silver. A-weigh!"
"I before E except for everything we just said," Tonto sighed.

i liked busyness so i left it
somehow the y seemed happier than an i
more in keeping with the sunshine outside
and the cars whizzing by
somehow the y seemed happier than an i
more in keeping with the sunshine outside
and the cars whizzing by
Newengland........!!!!!!!!
I am rendered almost speechless! I am weak with laughter!
I am printing it off!!!!(Is it yours???)
I am rendered almost speechless! I am weak with laughter!
I am printing it off!!!!(Is it yours???)

Whaddya think?
Hi, Jeannette (and welkommen, as they say in Munchen). Yes, there's a "business" and there's a "busyness" -- two distinct, functional words. I was just riffing on a very common misspelling that seemed to me (until I came to teaching) weird.
Debbie, the story is certainly mine (and pretty lame, I think, though I did just think it up as I typed along). I just used a list of "e before i words" and incorporated them into the narrative.
The moral of the story is that English spelling and English grammar are together rife with as many exceptions as they are rules. That's because the language is a veritable "melting pot" of linguistic hodgepodge (for $500, Alex).
Debbie, the story is certainly mine (and pretty lame, I think, though I did just think it up as I typed along). I just used a list of "e before i words" and incorporated them into the narrative.
The moral of the story is that English spelling and English grammar are together rife with as many exceptions as they are rules. That's because the language is a veritable "melting pot" of linguistic hodgepodge (for $500, Alex).

Am I correct?
Books mentioned in this topic
Learn to Read with Sami and Thomas (other topics)Turtle Wish (other topics)
New Moon (other topics)
At kitchen parties, bitching and moaning are allowed -- even if it's about someone out in the parlor. (But remember, none of us are out in the parlor.)