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November 03, 2017

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Farnsworth M Muldoon

Most of twitter condensed into MS Paint.

WTP

February onest.

Heh...my mother used to say ‘onest’, but meaning ‘once’. As in “Onest you reddup your room, bring me a gum band”.

Sam

And the lady whose whomst bag was resting on my as-yet-unclaimed seat was terribly apologetic.

FTFY

David

And the lady whose whomst bag

See, this is what happens when we break through The Great Barrier and spill onto page two.

PiperPaul

Yeah but I is not that smrt...

Ted S., Catskill Mtns., NY, USA

WTP:

Did your mother think saying "onest" was a good idear?

pst314

Correction: Dibbler purveys after-pub food.

pst314

It’s the problem of remaking a famous whodunnit when just about everyone in the cinema already knows whomstdiddit.

There's always a new generation, I suppose, who may not have been told, but of course the solution to the problem is superior story-telling skills, skills that Hollywood lacks (or devalues in favor of fights and explosions.)

Microbillionaire

Whomst'd've job is it to fix that Great Barrier mentioned?

PiperPaul


Must be a copyright issue...

David

bring me a gum band

I’m wondering if I dare ask.

wtp

Did your mother think saying "onest" was a good idear?

Heh...yeah, like 'idear' I don't think she was conscious of it. She was very adamant that I not use "ain't" nor "yinz". Those were as bad to use in our house as the deadly seven. Moving to Florida cleaned those Pittsburghesisms out of my vocab and I presume the army purged them from my father's vocab, so we both would tease her about going "aht" or "dahntahn".

I’m wondering if I dare ask.

Swallowed a "reddup" but choked on a "gum band", eh? In The 'Burgh, a "gum band" is what is commonly referred to by outsiders as a "rubber band". See rubber is kinda gummy...or something...

R. Sherman

See, this is what happens when we break through The Great Barrier and spill onto page two.

Quite. And I'm afraid there a greater cosmic implications. In fact, this morning at church (before the service, I hasten to add), I was part of conversation regarding the best way to rid one's land holdings of coyotes. General consensus? Hard to say. Varmint eradication is an intensely personal matter. There seemed to be as many opinions as individual cattle farmers.

David

Swallowed a “reddup” but choked on a “gum band”, eh?

Actually, now you mention it, I wasn’t clear on that either. But I didn’t want to push my luck.

WTP

But I didn’t want to push my luck.

Heh, yeah...”reddup” is akin to “reddoff” which I believe derive from the verb “to rid”. Near as we can tell anyways. Both essentially mean to clean up or to put back in order. It’s all in this somewhat handy translater:

http://www.pittsburghese.com/glossary.ep.html?type=phrases

David

“reddup” is akin to “reddoff”

I do so love our cross-cultural exchanges.

ftumch

"yinz"

Oh:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTv5ckMe_2M

WTP

cross-cultural exchanges.

Yes. Chuff ~= Jaggoff. Which for some reason, while referenced in definitions, does not itself have an explicit entry in the translater I linked. Cheese and crackers, hauscome they screwdapooch on that one?

Pogonip

Is there Daylight Saving Time in Great Britain? Here in the States, we went off it today. An article in the paper said that before 1966, time was whatever the local poobahs said it was, and changed all the time. Either they forgot to mention, or it was cut to make room for ads, War Time, which was year-round daylight-saving time from 1942-45.

David

Is there Daylight Saving Time in Great Britain?

Yes.

Squires

...the best way to rid one's land holdings of coyotes.

Donkeys.

Farnsworth M. Muldoon

I was part of conversation regarding the best way to rid one's land holdings of coyotes.

.308

David

I was part of conversation regarding the best way to rid one’s land holdings of coyotes.

We don’t get many coyotes hereabouts. Though I did just feed a fox that was waiting patiently on the lawn. She’s partial to chicken.

Geezer

She’s partial to chicken.

Did you turn a live one loose so she could practice her hunting skills?

David

Did you turn a live one loose so she could practice her hunting skills?

Happily, the local butcher spared me such drama.

R. Sherman

Though I did just feed a fox that was waiting patiently on the lawn.

Wait. I'm confused. I thought you English put on red outfits with weird helmets and bugles and leaped onto horses to charge after the buggers with baying hounds at your side.

Geeze Louise on a mountain bike, how far has British Civilization fallen?

David

I thought you English put on red outfits with weird helmets and bugles and leaped onto horses to charge after the buggers

I see those Downton Abbey repeats have had an effect.

Farnsworth M. Muldoon

I thought you English put on red outfits with weird helmets and bugles and leaped onto horses to charge after the buggers with baying hounds at your side.

They gave that up after Isandlwana...

[I will now go denounce myself]

Squires

.308

The problem with .308 is that it only works if youst're doing the work. Donkeys on the other hand are the fully autonomous killing drones of coyote control. They'll do foxes too. Probably why the British ride horses. If they took donkeys out on the weekends instead there wouldn'st be any sport left for the dogs and blue-bloods. Ineffectiveness is the soul of preserving nobility.

PiperPaul

For alls of us whomst are science fiction fans.

Are we going for page three?

ftumch

"Are we going for page three?"

Is that where the lady with the big jugs lives?

ftumch

Everybody dance now:

https://twitter.com/GarethSoye/status/926264549543526400

ftumch

oh, and

https://twitter.com/BobHagh/status/877920282710859776

Daniel Ream

...the best way to rid one's land holdings of coyotes.

Cane toads.

Darleen

time was whatever the local poobahs said it was, and changed all the time.

Which kinda screwed with trying to run trains across country ... hence ...

PiperPaul

"Is that where the lady with the big jugs lives?"

Unfortunately I've reached my image posting limit for this thread. Plus, our host expects us to keep this place classy.

*loud belch* Sorry.

David

Know your place.

Nikw211

Know your place.

Hal

Moving to Florida cleaned those [local reference here] out of my vocab and . . . .

What does a Boston Terrier sound like?

Bahk, bahk, bahk. Bahk. Babahk, bahk. Bahk, bahk, babahk. Bahk.

Hal

I thought you English put on red outfits with weird helmets and bugles and leaped onto horses to charge after the buggers

I see those Downton Abbey repeats have had an effect.

Well, noting that D.A. was up through 'twenties, there is a much more up to date example of The British Go Hunting, albeit this one is 'Seventy Two . . .

MC

Geeze Louise on a mountain bike, how far has British Civilization fallen?

If he is feeding foxes, I suspect our host is one of them townies. My late father, a farmer and confirmed yokel, had no truck with this sort of thing and shot, trapped or battered to death hordes of squirrels, rabbits, rats, crows, stray cats, the odd heron (protected but they were after his koi carp) and once, a mole.

I don't remember him ever shooting a fox but, in the English countryside, foxes are only glimpsed rarely and from at least half a field away. In the towns they are encouraged and wander around like they own the place, occasionally biting babies' faces and freaking out stoners who think the fox is following them home...

Hal

Donkeys on the other hand are the fully autonomous killing drones of coyote control. They'll do foxes too. . . .

????!?!?!?!??!????????

Oh. My.

David

If he is feeding foxes, I suspect our host is one of them townies.

It’s the leafy edge of town, but yes. And yes, if I were a farmer, I’d most likely be less accommodating. But I ain’t, so I am.

Also, badgers.

Hal

Posted by: Nikw211 | November 06, 2017 at 07:16

Oh, yes, was just there actually, albeit the Ciardi and James editions that I hopped back and forth between didn't include the Dore illustrations.

Finally finished the last of Paradiso earlier this evening, where I'll grant that by the end I was definitely skimming more than not---then again, I do mean both the Ciardi and James editions, as in read a canto of Ciardi, read his commentary, read the same canto in James, move on to the next canto in Ciardi, repeat. Oh, and at the end of Dante's Inferno, I digressed through a reread of Niven and Pournelle's Inferno, and finally also got around to Escape From Hell.

A coworker of mine is about a year or so out of China and very much working on assorted subtleties of stuff that gets discussed in English. While she and I were chatting about assorted respective reading, my description to her of the Commedia was that the first part is very much He did this, She did that, Go over here, Do this other thing. By the time of our discussion, I'd gotten about half way through Paradiso, which I describe as being very much Sooooooooo . . . . Note the wall. It's flat. Over there are shelves. There is stuff on the shelves, note the stuff on the shelves . . . . And Dante goes on like that for thirty three entire chapters.

An original intent was to finally read the Commedia and then move on to finally reading all the plays of Shakespeare in some particular order, and then finally get around to reading all the original stories of The Shadow. At this point I'm rather bloody tired of footnotes, The Shadow's going in first, and then I'll get to the Shakespeare . . . or something like that . . . .

Fen Tiger

My late father, a farmer and confirmed yokel, had no truck with this sort of thing and shot, trapped or battered to death hordes of squirrels, rabbits, rats, crows, stray cats, the odd heron (protected but they were after his koi carp) and once, a mole.

I once had a job interview at an animal charity (quite a large one), in the course of which my interviewer (the CEO) beat a rodent to death with his mobile phone.

To be fair, that was the pre-smartphone era.

Governor Squid

“Onest you reddup your room, bring me a gum band”.

Ah, WTP -- I didn't realize we had a Yinzer in our midst! I married a Murrysville girl, who's spent most of her adult life trying hard to purge every trace of that accent. Still, every once in a while, a bit will float to the surface. Not long ago, she was shooing the cats out of the kitchen and exclaimed quite loudly, "Git ahdda here, bowtha yinz!"

For any who might be interested in the finer points of the Pittsburgh dialect, I encourage you to check out Pittsburgh Dad for a primer. Better yet, check out the late, great Myron Cope (skip to around the 1:08 mark), the greatest sports announcer in Pittsburgh history.

WTP

Ah Gov'nor, yes Pittsburgh Dad has some good ones. Not sure how much of it travels outside the 'Burgh though. One of my all-time faves was when he had to chaperone a middle school dance and was told a girl was crying..."I avoid crying girls like a kicker avoids the return man". Very useful phrase.

As to your Murrysville girl's efforts...After we moved to Florida, I got so much crap as a youngster from my friend and his family (who all had thick Chicahgah accents, incidentally) that I over compensated my "ahts" that it often sounds almost like "oot" and people think I'm a Canuck. Sigh...

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