soul_rancher wrote:i can find few better examples
Hey, I believe that's "i can fine less better examples"...
blaring contradictions
31Hey, I believe that's "i can fine less better examples"...
Hey, I believe that's "i can fine less better examples"...
blaring contradictions
32Bruce wrote:soul_rancher wrote:i can find few better examples
Hey, I believe that's "i can fine less better examples"...
you are wrong
think of it this way:
i can find few examples [that are] better
that is what is being said
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33soul_rancher wrote:i can find few better examples of a "blaring" contradiction/oxymoron than alanis morissette's now immortal "ironic".
"ironic" is not a song about irony.
"ironic" repeatedly asks the question "isn't it ironic, don't ya think?" paired with examples of non-irony. because it is called "ironic" but displays a mistaken view of irony, it is truly an ironic song!
i've given it careful thought... and i think that alanis morissette intended it to be that way. she is actually mocking fools who believe that "rain on your wedding day" is ironic.
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34tmidgett wrote:Bruce wrote:soul_rancher wrote:i can find few better examples
Hey, I believe that's "i can fine less better examples"...
you are wrong
think of it this way:
i can find few examples [that are] better
that is what is being said
http://electrical.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=6643&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=15
The newbie baits the veteran.
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35tmidgett wrote:Bruce wrote:soul_rancher wrote:i can find few better examples
Hey, I believe that's "i can fine less better examples"...
you are wrong
think of it this way:
i can find few examples [that are] better
that is what is being said
precisely.
perhaps i should practise less syntactically convoluted description.
Toby Baldwin
Soul Ranch Leichhardt
Soul Ranch Leichhardt
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36soul_rancher wrote:practise
WHOOP! WHOOP! queen's english detector triggered 10:55PM CDT 3/21/05! WHOOP!
grammar is fun!
oh, btw, "glaring" would have been more proper, though possibly moins chouette.
LVP wrote:If, say, 10% of lions tried to kill gazelles, compared with 10% of savannah animals in general, I think that gazelle would be a lousy racist jerk.
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37tmh,
the noun is practiCe
the verb is practiSe
queen's english lessons from a colonial??????? no thanks!
the noun is practiCe
the verb is practiSe
queen's english lessons from a colonial??????? no thanks!
Toby Baldwin
Soul Ranch Leichhardt
Soul Ranch Leichhardt
blaring contradictions
38
LVP wrote:If, say, 10% of lions tried to kill gazelles, compared with 10% of savannah animals in general, I think that gazelle would be a lousy racist jerk.
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39thanks tmh, but i'm happy with my sources:
macquarie australian english dictionary
chambers' 21st century dictionary
and, of course
the oxford english dictionary
"i'm not your neighboUr,
i don't need favoUrs"
macquarie australian english dictionary
chambers' 21st century dictionary
and, of course
the oxford english dictionary
"i'm not your neighboUr,
i don't need favoUrs"
Toby Baldwin
Soul Ranch Leichhardt
Soul Ranch Leichhardt
blaring contradictions
40Back to the thread topic-
The other day I saw the following things as I walked two blocks in my neighborhood at 9am on a tuesday:
(I should mention that I live 2 blocks from the projects (public housing) on the direct route from the projects to the closest liquor store, and I see some serious ignorance played out on an hourly basis.)
A big three hundred pound guy exits the corner liquor store, opens a small bottle of Jack Daniels or some such swill and downs it in one gulp.
He drops the bottle on the ground.
He tears open a candy bar, and eats it in three bites.
He throws the wrapper on the ground, somewhat disgustedly.
He pulls a "blunt" out of his shirt pocket, rips the plastic off it, and drops it on the ground. He fires it up with a match, and drops it on the ground.
He opens a can of Coke, and takes his time (!) drinking it as he smokes his cigar, walking a block or so.
Finished, he crumples the can in his hand and suddenly looks around with a hint of concern.
Drop it, I think, drop it, you ignorant self-hating toxic piece of shit, fucking drop it and get back to blazing and playing Xbox all day while you sell drugs out your metal security door to fifteen year old ex-cons with five kids, while I go to work for ten hours, then come home and kick the empty 40 oz. bottles out of my driveway and pray that no one breaks into my garage at 4am with a crowbar like they did to the neighbor's last week. Or at the very least, they'll break in but be too stupid to figure out how to start my piece of shit motorcycle so they'll just push it over in disgust and tag some indecipherable shit on the door with blue spray paint and then try to knock over the year-old sapling that grows hopefully out of a tiny dirt square in the sidewalk, planted by volunteers.
He crosses the street, empty can in hand, and places it in a recycling bin.
The other day I saw the following things as I walked two blocks in my neighborhood at 9am on a tuesday:
(I should mention that I live 2 blocks from the projects (public housing) on the direct route from the projects to the closest liquor store, and I see some serious ignorance played out on an hourly basis.)
A big three hundred pound guy exits the corner liquor store, opens a small bottle of Jack Daniels or some such swill and downs it in one gulp.
He drops the bottle on the ground.
He tears open a candy bar, and eats it in three bites.
He throws the wrapper on the ground, somewhat disgustedly.
He pulls a "blunt" out of his shirt pocket, rips the plastic off it, and drops it on the ground. He fires it up with a match, and drops it on the ground.
He opens a can of Coke, and takes his time (!) drinking it as he smokes his cigar, walking a block or so.
Finished, he crumples the can in his hand and suddenly looks around with a hint of concern.
Drop it, I think, drop it, you ignorant self-hating toxic piece of shit, fucking drop it and get back to blazing and playing Xbox all day while you sell drugs out your metal security door to fifteen year old ex-cons with five kids, while I go to work for ten hours, then come home and kick the empty 40 oz. bottles out of my driveway and pray that no one breaks into my garage at 4am with a crowbar like they did to the neighbor's last week. Or at the very least, they'll break in but be too stupid to figure out how to start my piece of shit motorcycle so they'll just push it over in disgust and tag some indecipherable shit on the door with blue spray paint and then try to knock over the year-old sapling that grows hopefully out of a tiny dirt square in the sidewalk, planted by volunteers.
He crosses the street, empty can in hand, and places it in a recycling bin.
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