Friday Ephemera (739)
For some reason, I wasn’t expecting the bra. || Bar tab of consequence. || Bracing scenes. || Brush thoroughly. || Sky potholes. || Spillage of note. || Stalin’s longevity serum. || How jellyfish hunt. || It’s not hijinks, it’s an attempt to harass and dominate. || Disruptive customer detected. || Uncanny resemblance. || The thrill of ingrown hair. || Nosferatu, 1922. || When it happens, it will have happened 3,000 years ago. || You want one and you know it. || Today’s word is visibility. || Street justice scenes. || How to needlessly get yourself tased. || String and typewriters. || On pronouncing scone. || “Dear person,” and other letters. || Dispute of note. || The progressive retail experience, parts 583, 584, and 585. || Spider goats. || And finally, stroking, rubbing, and definitely some bulging.
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I’ve had the ‘triangle thing’ scones – cranberry pecan if memory serves – as well as British style. Never heard of fried dough being labelled as scones.
I just asked Grok ‘in which U.S. regions is “fried dough” called a “scone”?’
I had no idea it was THAT local. Sheesh.
Always worth repeating.
Amy Wax, interviewed here.
Professor Wax and her saying of The Unsayable have been noted here before.
I think we’ll give that one a post of its own. Comments that-a-way.
Yes, they do look like that.
And my experience is entirely with what Midwesterners call a scone.
Another localism: A Manhattan is made with whiskey, except in the Midwest where brandy is customarily used.
David, you may now write another entry in your Weird Aboriginal Customs notebook.
Made with bourbon whiskey, yes. Some places rye. Generally a sweet ladies’ drink so the gravitation toward a sweeter whiskey base.
I have always pronounced it scone as gone and that the “bone” prouninciation was for Scone the place ie the stone of destiny, the stone in scone.
Sometimes truth does undermine trust–such as when a leftist tells me that expressing my opinions should be a felony.