Life is boring without electricity. I'm getting reminded of that
I hear this line all the time in TV shows and the occasional movie:
"What are you doing here?"
This strikes me as something you never hear in normal life, because
it's kind of rude. But it must be in a screenwriters' manual somewhere
as an all-purpose trick to advance the plot.
How many marriage proposals do you think the Barefoot
Ina Garten, gets per week? I'm thinking it's gotta be dozens. At least.
I have no problem with people pronouncing "nuclear" as noo-kyoo-lur.
But hearing "artic" or "antartica"—it's fingernails on the
Actually, I've never been that bothered by fingernails on the chalkboard
I wish we had more newspapers with Picayune in
I've always been fond of Jefferson Starship's We Built This City on
Rock and Roll. (Ah, here's the video. Knee deep in
the hoopla, indeed.)
Wikipedia has a good summary
of why this shows my complete lack of musical taste.
Consumer Reports sends its subscribers piles of junk mail hawking
add-on products: newsletters, website goodies, gift subscriptions. Without exception,
they use cheesy marketing gimmicks ("NON-TRANSFERABLE. For Recipient
Only", blares their latest envelope). Pretty much the same kind of
tactics they deride in the magazine.
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