Fallehuckinglujah is my comment on the power of words; it's a bastardization of Hallef***inglujah, which I am wont to say in moments of joy but cannot because of the f*** part. If, however, I switch the f and the h it retains the same feeling but is no longer obscene. Same feeling, same letters, only two letters switched but one is verboten and the other is, well, not
How did the post-WWII Germans deal with that segment of the populace that supported fascism? Did the East/West Germany schism help? How will we resolve our division? How do we reconcile our future with those buried in the past?
“I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia, food of the gods.”
Mrs. Teasdale: I held him in my arms…And kissed him.
Firefly: Oh, I see, then it was murder! Will you marry me? Did he leave you any money? Answer the second question first.
The word capitalized is seldom capitalized because it usually comes at the end of a sentence, not the beginning.
Love the Brits. They drop out as many letters or syllables as possible. I do not know. Four words become five letters. Four syllables become two. Even that could be considered one syllable: dunno.
Something about eating a batch of small animals freaked me out. Shrimp pie, each handheld pie are dozens of shrimp. Gulp. Yum!
I mean, they’re cooked, I guess, but weird.