You mean zyzzyva? Go ahead.
(I realize there are no Xs in that word. It just tickles me that it’s actually a word.)
Okay - say it to yourself while holding your breath and squinting one eye.
Next time you’re at a restaurant that advertises “home-made pie” ask whose home it was made in.
I’d have sworn it was an Abyssinian nose flute.
Biggirl, Orson Welles would like you to join his club.*
*Link goes directly to video with sound.
See, here, you’re the one who’s mistaken, I believe. You’re conflating the word “home” with the word “house,” which is just what advertiser have been trying to get you to do for years. A condo is just as much as home as a house. What bugs me is that, as far as the real estate industry is concerned, there’s no such thing as a house anymore, only “homes.” Yuk. Frankly, calling a condo a home bugs me a little bit less than calling a house a home, in adspeak at any rate.
One of my peeves is that there’s no such thing as a garage sale anymore; people only have estate sales. I want to go up to them and say, “I’m so sorry for your loss? Who died?”
Have you seen the restaurants that advertise this or that dish as “house-made”.
Because, hell, there’s always a chance that someone (or something) might live in the restaurants, thus making it a home, right? But it’s not a house! And even if it were, no one says “house-made”.
It sounds you might be claiming it was made by a house.
<sings>
I’ve lost that bloated feeling…
I’ve lost that bloated feeling…
Now it’s gone, gone, gone…
Again, “home” and “house” are not interchangeable synonyms.
Enters batshit insane mode…
I defy you to prove to me that words have any meaning beyond what we want to give them at any moment in time. And since they don’t have any fixed meaning, this means that you can’t use words to prove your point.
Go ahead, just try it! Prove that words have specific meanings without using any words. You can’t! Bwahahahaha!!!
Eventually? :dubious:
I have to say, I have taken a completely natural, organic enjoyment in visually looking at this thread. It embiggens us all, as we might have expected from the cromulence of the OP’s name.
Verbing weirds language.
-See Joyce, James.
My favorite examples of language perversion were the billboards in NC that touted ‘non-invasive’ surgery. Less invasive sure, but surgery is inherently a bit invasive, unless they’ve found a way to remove tumors by reverse osmosis…but that’s not really surgery, now is it?
Dude. Even if I did such things–even if I just thought about doing such things–I sure as fuck wouldn’t post about it on an internet message board.
I mean, that’s just wrong. Sure, we all have our fantasies, things we think about in, you know, “private moments” but–Kittens AND underage children AND your own mother?!?
That’s just sick.
I’m not one for language peevology, or even much language smirkology, particularly where jargon is concerned, but I was amused when I discovered that colonoscopy is canonically referred to as a “minimally invasive” medical procedure.
I like my hot sauce in two flavours. Red and Brown.
Red is my favorite flavor of Kool-aid. Followed closely by purple. This is not a misuse of language, this is a correction of one of the worst word meaning abuses on record. I mean, do you know of any cherries or grapes that taste like that?
Well I’m no gentleman but here goes: never have eaten shaving cream.
But one foggy morning I did accidentally put hand lotion on my toothbrush.
So I went back to bed.
What is Calvin and Hobbes, Alex?
:eek:
You poor man. 