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If anyone saw Get Smart recently, they might recall a scene in the film where the Chief shouted, “It’s nuclear! NEW KLEE AH!!!” at the president who’d just said, “NEW KEE LAH”. You might even recall a crazy woman laughing in the audience saying in a loud whisper, “That’s me! That’s me!” of the Chief. That would’ve been yours truly. I totally understand the Chief’s little outburst.
When I first heard the word “nuclear” being pronounced “NEW KEE LAH”, I thought it was how Americans said it. That was around the same time I learned that aluminium was “aluminum” in the USA. Needless to say, I was mistaken.
It reminds me of an episode of the Simpsons where Marge also mispronounced “nuclear” as well as:
foliage (it’s FOH LEE IJ or FOH LIJ not FOI LIJ)
library (it’s LIE BRUH REE or LIE BREE not LIE BARE REE)
Another word that is often mispronounced (most likely because it is misspelled) is:
pronunciation (not pronounciation)
And while I’ve never heard the following word mispronounced, I’d like to take this opportunity to point out that it is a word I’ve seen misspelled too often:
congratulations (not congradulations or congradualations)
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Since the beginning of this year, I’ve received 6 calls from 6 different numbers looking for the same guy. And that’s not counting the ones who said they had the wrong number when they heard my voice.
I’ve had this number for many years, and it makes me wonder… Did some coward, not wanting to say no to giving out his own number, pick a number out of the air and it turned out to be mine?
Or did someone he knows, not wanting others to find him, give whoever asked for his number a mobile phone number that happened to be mine?
Is this coincidence or is some idiot who has my number giving it out by mistake? Or on purpose?
Well, the calls were quite innocuous. The people call, I tell them they have the wrong number, we hang up.
Some apologised then hung up. Some hung up abruptly as soon as they heard me say “wrong num-“, like they’d go deaf if they heard me finish the sentence. A couple of them couldn’t believe they weren’t going to get to talk to anyone else but me. The poor sods.
I nearly let slip my name during one of those calls. This elderly sounding man kept on asking in different ways, “This isn’t so-and-so’s phone?” There was probably no harm in letting the old guy know my name, but just in case.
Some guy called my land line out of the blue once upon a time and I stupidly gave him my name without a second thought. Within a minute of talking, he initiated phone sex.
I thought it was hilarious at the time and politely declined the offer. My sarcasm had probably been too subtle for him.
Calls kept coming from different horny men calling me by name, so often that I had to change my number to a silent one.
Thinking back, if they’d picked my number out of the white pages, they would’ve had my address too. I think I’ll leave the implications of this line of thought here.
Onto another story now. Some woman called me while I was at the supermarket the other day and demanded what I wanted. She said I called her and asked her to call me back on this number, which is a load of rubbish because I obviously did not. Either her phone company sucks, or some creep’s been giving out my number over the years…
Unless I’m just a wrong-number magnet attracting perverts, telemarketers and common folk alike.
No, it's not some holiday celebrated by supremacists. Rather, it has been a month since Valentine's Day.
In Japan, women give men chocolates on February 14. March 14 is the day for men to return the favour and give chocolates back to the women who gave them chocolates. And the chocolates the men give should be more expensive than the ones they'd received and wrapped in of course, white.
I wikied it, but there doesn't seem to be a whole lot of information. Though I'd believe that a confectioner was responsible for coming up with it in order to boost sales, which is understandable since most Japanese don't celebrate Easter.
Incidentally, it's also Pi Day today - 3.14 being the approximate value of pi.
Since it’s the lovey dovey season and all, here are some lines from the fabulous Matrix movies. There’s something for everyone.
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How are all those sweaty, bleeding men going to fit all the singing and prancing between bashing the wits out of one another? Imagine Bob squashing the protagonist against his heaving bosom, bawling and comforting him - in song.
I thought the movie was awesome and what I’ve read of the book so far is pretty cool too, but I would never have thought Fight Club was considered prime material for a musical. What will they think of next? Terminator: Chronicles of Dance and Song? Rocky Balboa: The Road to More Hits? o_O
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I have no gripes about NYE, not the crowds, not the transport, not the weather, EXCEPT for the portaloos. WTF is wrong with some people? It was bad enough that there were no lights, but monkeys with dysentery would’ve left the loos in better condition. Seriously. Just thinking about it makes me want to hop into the shower and give myself a good scrubbing. Absolutely horrendous, it was. Makes me appreciate the real versions of Kenny even more.
But enough whinging about the disgusting habits of certain revellers
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A buddy of mine is going through a rough patch at the moment and it made me think of this poem by Lola Haskins:
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After running around like a headless chook for the days leading up to Christmas Eve/Christmas Day, Boxing Day was pleasantly uneventful. My nails are still stained by herbs; my hands still smell faintly of garlic and they look leprous (on account of all the washing, cooking and cleaning that had to be done); the juices of various animals have been cleaned from my clothes and table cloths; the leftovers are slowly disappearing so it's getting easier to play Tetris in the fridge; and I’ve just noticed a small burn on my wrist, but Christmas is over for another year.
Went to see The Golden Compass yesterday and I swear I heard chipmunks sing and then Donald Duck singing (Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way... quack quack quack, quack quack quack, quack quack…) before they put the movie on. Weird
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So I was watching Men In Trees last night and I still can't get over how gorgeous Alaska is. I know, I know, it's cold and remote and the super sweet guys are just characters in a TV show (sigh), but I would still love to go visit. TV and movies do a lot for tourism, don't they?
Who could resist New Zealand after watching The Lord of the Rings or not want to laze about at the vast and seemingly deserted beach in Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
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Comment by The Rusty Can
on I can't say ‘I DO’!
The Rusty Can
Great post. Thanks.
Rusty.