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Hey now, there's only one Elvis!
...if tell ya...everydamnone's gonna want one...There it is! Ooh, I'm afraid to ask where you found it...
I learn new words all the time. It's pretty cool actually.
Yes.And you were born and raised in an English speaking country?
I wouldn't use 'sounder'. 'More sound' has better ear appeal.I always thought "sounder" was a word?
Sound, sounder, soundest. Kind of odd-sounding, I admit.
Or do you mean, if I get a sound sleep, it can't get more sound? Like something can't get more perfect?
It does sound strange to say, "Two nights ago I got a sound sleep, and last night's was even sounder."
Now the word "sound" is starting to sound soundly like a non-word in my head...
Fornits. It happens to me all the time. I end up reminding myself that I'm glad to be in a community of people who don't keep score.How come I can proofread, look at my posting, read it again, and come back 15 minutes later after Edit has expired and still find the most stupid gawdawful errors? ARRRRGGGHHHH.
On another note: English is maddening, it is inconsistent, but I don't know of any other language that has matched it in its accommodation, its catholic appeal, in being prolific, and the sheer number of choices for words and fluidity. If you learned one new word a day from birth until you died at age 100, you'd only have a fraction of the language.
How come I can proofread, look at my posting, read it again, and come back 15 minutes later after Edit has expired and still find the most stupid gawdawful errors? ARRRRGGGHHHH.
On another note: English is maddening, it is inconsistent, but I don't know of any other language that has matched it in its accommodation, its catholic appeal, in being prolific, and the sheer number of choices for words and fluidity. If you learned one new word a day from birth until you died at age 100, you'd only have a fraction of the language.
Reminds me of when I was the third grade or one of them and the teacher was reinforcing to us that while "desperate" is spelled like it is "separate" is not. She said to think of "a rat, a rat, a rat..." to remember not to spell it seperate. So, test day comes and half of us spell it seperate, including moi. I couldn't believe it because I really meant to be good. She was so beside herself I thought we were goners, that there'd be news of the third grade teacher who went batsh!t and killed all of her students then used the eraser on herself. Instead, she made us all take a makeup test. I didn't sleep the night before I was so afraid that whatever had possessed my mind the first time was still lingering to take advantage of my mental weaknesses. I managed not to fail that time, but there were two whom she escorted out of the room never to be seen again.We don't see our own errors clearly--thus the need for editors Each of my books has gone through multiple edits by me, through the editor's hands, usually twice (at least), then to the copy editor... and I found an error in each one after publishing. Familiarity breeds blindness--lol.
We love each other despite our faults (mine are multiple, I know )
Sounds to me like the teacher was "the rat, the rat, the rat"Reminds me of when I was the third grade or one of them and the teacher was reinforcing to us that while "desperate" is spelled like it is "separate" is not. She said to think of "a rat, a rat, a rat..." to remember not to spell it seperate. So, test day comes and half of us spell it seperate, including moi. I couldn't believe it because I really meant to be good. She was so beside herself I thought we were goners, that there'd be news of the third grade teacher who went batsh!t and killed all of her students then used the eraser on herself. Instead, she made us all take a makeup test. I didn't sleep the night before I was so afraid that whatever had possessed my mind the first time was still lingering to take advantage of my mental weaknesses. I managed not to fail that time, but there were two whom she escorted out of the room never to be seen again.
I think she might've been frightened by arataratarat as a child.Sounds to me like the teacher was "the rat, the rat, the rat"
or a tommy gun? - that was cute, by the way!I think she might've been frightened by arataratarat as a child.
I kinda like "I can't get my head around..." as a way of expressing incredulity, though. It kinda says it. And so true, if people don't mean to interrupt, then why don't they wait? Though, when you think about it they are not saying "I don't want to interrupt". Aha.It's not really a criticism on bad vocabulary or sentence structure. It's a few peeves.
People who interrupt by saying, "I don't mean to interrupt." Are you daft?
Saying, "I had a thought in my head." Well, it's probably better formed than a thought in your spleen.
"Wrap my head around." I can see wrapping your arms around, or your thoughts around, but every time I hear this expression, I guess the most gruesome mental image. In my head.