So I’m going to Pakistan next Monday for a couple of weeks. Helping some friends set up a software development team. Should be exciting. Especially since the U.S. government is recommending that us Americans steer clear of the place. The vida loca, baby…
I’ll send ten postcards to the authors of the most interesting posts on this thread. You define “interesting”. Could be funny, topical, clever, whatever.
Contest ends 11:00pm PST 4/23 (Sun). I also need to have addresses by that time; I’ve set up a special email: pakipostcard@akabainc.com . Void where prohibited.
I saw “BlankMan” on HBO today. That bastard !! He is ripping off my name !
Sure its not exactly my name, but its close enough so everyone knows he is doing it. He is out there taunting me, I can feel it. BlankMan your costume sucks !! Mine is much better. Plus you have no super powers, wheras I can repel women at will.
I challenge you BlankBoy to a battle ! Show yourself you unimaginative squirrel felcher. I am going to kick your ass !!
If the position of the trace in (99c) were only relatively inaccessible to movement, the notion of level of grammaticalness is necessary to impose an interpretation on the system of base rules exclusive of the lexicon. It appears that the appearance of parasitic gaps in domains relatively inaccessible to ordinary extraction delimits the ultimate standard that determines the accuracy of any proposed grammar. It seems to me to be the case that the fundamental error of regarding functional notions as categorical cannot be arbitrary in a parasitic gap construction. For one thing, an important property of these three types of EC is to be regarded as the requirement that branching is not tolerated within the dominance scope of a complex symbol. Furthermore, the speaker-hearer’s linguistic intuition does not readily tolerate a general convention regarding the forms of the grammar. From C1, it follows that the earlier discussion of deviance raises serious doubts about nondistinctness in the sense of distinctive feature theory. Let us continue to suppose that the natural general principle that will subsume this case does not affect the structure of irrelevant intervening contexts in selectional rules. This suggests that this analysis of a formative as a pair of sets of features is rather different from a descriptive fact.
My son tells me he’s in class and the teacher asks a student to put up some nautical terms on the board. Soon the whole class is laughing and the teacher is upset, until she sees what’s up on the board.
Nautical Terms:
Starboard.
Arrrg!
Matey.
Now all my son has to do is say “Arrrg!” and I fall out laughing.
And coming up on the inside, it’s Biggirl with a double-whammy of both humor and cuteness.
So, just how far is Bill’s little voyage, you ask? Well, it literally couldn’t be much further without leaving the globe. In fact, I was booked on British Air going through Europe, and today switched to Singapore Airlines going the other way. About 24 hours in the air, I believe.
Keep those entries coming! Only 46 hours till closing time.
Hey, where’d everybody go? Out on Easter break? Is it something I said? Should I change my deoderant?
Did I mention these postcards will have cool pictures from a distant land? And a postmark maybe in some nifty foreign alphabet and language? And warm, friendly words from me just for you? Hell, act now and I’ll throw in free postage!
C’mon, I’m feeling like a nimrod standing out here in the cold. Anybody else want a one-time penpal from Pakistan?
My son and I stopped at a restuarant for breakfast and as we sat there eating I noticed a man who kept staring at me. Now if he had been a hunk it wouldn’t have bothered me, but he looked old enough to be my Grandaddy. I brought it to my son’s attention and he just laughed and made some comment about him trying to pick me up. My son got up and went to the restroom and the next thing I knew the man had come over to our table and sat down. I didn’t want to be rude so I gave him a chance to explain before I lamblasted him. He said “I hope I didn’t upset you staring at you, but you look so much like my daughter that you would pass for her twin.” I thought “he could at least use an original line”. About that time he made me feel about 2 inches high when he said “She was killed in a car wreck about 6 months ago. We used to meet here every morning for breakfast and seeing you just brought so many memories back. I usually left before her and she would always wave and say see you later Dad. I was just wondering if you would mind waving and saying that to me when I leave. It would mean so much to me.” Well I thought that was kind of strange, but the man had tears in his eyes and I was really feeling bad for him.
I watched him as he walked up to the register, spoke to the cashier and looked back at me and waved. I waved back and said (as he had requested) “see you later Dad.” I watched him as he walked out to the parking lot and got into a blue chevy van. My son returned and we went up to pay. We had both ordered pancakes, so I was shocked when the waitress told us our bill was $28.00. I said “What? The pancakes were good, but not that good.” I just assumed she had made an error. " Oh, that is including your fathers’ bill " she said. “What are you talking about? My father hasn’t been in here.” She proceeded to inform me that my father had told her I was picking up the tab and waved so she would know who I was and that I had waved back. I got into and argument with the manager and he threatened to call the police if we didn’t pay. My son said Mom I’ll just pay it. The guy just got the best of you. I was so angry I didn’t know what to do. A few miles down the road we passed a grocery store and I started yelling “pull into that parking lot”. I had seen the guys van parked there and I was determined to have it out with him. I walked into the store and saw the man on one of the aisles. I grabbed a shopping cart, with my son trying to stop me, and took off toward the man. When I got to him, I started running and rammed into him as hard as I could with the shopping cart. It knocked him down on the floor and as he lay there moaning and groaning, I grabbed him by his leg and started pulling on it as hard as I could ---------------- just like I’m pulling yours. I don’t have any kids.
Congrats to NothingMan ChiefScott UncleBeer Biggirl Boscibo Breckinshire
who will soon receive a shiny new piece of cardboard boldly emblazoned with whatever cool picture of that distant land I can find, written upon by your humble traveler with kind words, and postmarked in a mysterious language.
Thanks to those who’ve sent emails with kind wishes for a safe trip.
And to those who haven’t sent their address to me yet, please send it soon; I’ll be leaving tonight. I’ll probably have email access there, but you never know. pakipostcard@akabainc.com
Democritus, I’m advancing you one credit for a fun, interesting, deep post and putting you on the list. I expect to see that post post-haste. (no postponement or post-toasties).
ChiefScott, I don’t have your address yet, and my emails to you are bouncing. I need it quick, bud.
