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The Verbage of Nouns
Language is a funny thing.
On my drive home, I pass what is sometimes euphemistically called a gentleman's club (as Wonderful Husband notes, the term means something entirely different in Britain and no real gentleman would be caught dead in one of the American ones). Yesterday their sign advertised $10 dances. Sadly, I do not think they mean the Viennese waltz.
From the Department of Redundancy Department: while flipping through a seed catalogue, I noticed that for a fake (theoretically bird-scaring) snake they recommended that the purchaser "periodically move it around from time to time."
And, finally, "loaded" is a very volatile term. A loaded baked potato? Wonderful! A loaded diaper? Less so. And, when you get to humans, it's just plain confusing. "He's loaded" can mean either money, or blood-alcohol levels. Or, I guess, in the case of Tony Stark, both.
Welcome to my brain.
On my drive home, I pass what is sometimes euphemistically called a gentleman's club (as Wonderful Husband notes, the term means something entirely different in Britain and no real gentleman would be caught dead in one of the American ones). Yesterday their sign advertised $10 dances. Sadly, I do not think they mean the Viennese waltz.
From the Department of Redundancy Department: while flipping through a seed catalogue, I noticed that for a fake (theoretically bird-scaring) snake they recommended that the purchaser "periodically move it around from time to time."
And, finally, "loaded" is a very volatile term. A loaded baked potato? Wonderful! A loaded diaper? Less so. And, when you get to humans, it's just plain confusing. "He's loaded" can mean either money, or blood-alcohol levels. Or, I guess, in the case of Tony Stark, both.
Welcome to my brain.
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