Friday Ephemeraren’t

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

And the lady whose whomst bag
See, this is what happens when we break through The Great Barrier and spill onto page two.

WTP:
Did your mother think saying “onest” was a good idear?

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.)

Must be a copyright issue…

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…

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.

“reddup” is akin to “reddoff”
I do so love our cross-cultural exchanges.

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?

Is there Daylight Saving Time in Great Britain?
Yes.

I was part of conversation regarding the best way to rid one’s land holdings of coyotes.
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She’s partial to chicken.
Did you turn a live one loose so she could practice her hunting skills?

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?

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]

For alls of us whomst are science fiction fans.

Are we going for page three?

Everybody dance now:
https://twitter.com/GarethSoye/status/926264549543526400

…the best way to rid one’s land holdings of coyotes.
Cane toads.

“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.

Know your place.

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 . . .

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

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 . . . .

“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.