A friend of mine has a nephew who glories in being the only grandchild in the family. This is all about to change for him in December when 3 baby cousins will arrive within the space of a month. Apparently he's really going to struggle with sharing the attention, I mean
"no one likes having the limelight ripped out from under them."
Out the other night for drinks (which will become apparent) and my friend was recounting the scare she'd had with her little boy who'd narrowly escaped being seriously hurt by a falling mirror. Afterwards, she hadn't wanted to discuss the responsibility issues with the family and it had become
the pink elephant in the room that noone wanted to talk about.
The little heiress has been going to day care for all of 2 weeks when we get the note asking for donations. A couple of gems in here:
Genes for Jeans [sic] Day coming up on Friday 6th August. Wear your jeans from Monday 2nd August until Friday 6th August. Please donate for this probable cause.
We didn't have to pick her up from county jail, thank goodness.
So the Heart Foundation have this new campaign to raise awareness of heart disease in women. You can check out the details on their website:
www.goredforwomen.org.au
Okay, so it's one thing to show your support, but I'm sorry, there is no way I am letting any angry bovine insert it's cera in to my vital organs. Even if it would make me go red for women.
Picture the business meeting. The factory manager is getting increasingly frustrated with the bad news about downtime and manufacturing delays until he can hold it back no longer and lets rip with:
In a meeting today: a discussion on how, rather than relying on cumbersome and costly auditing, we might have to just trust our delivery arm to come through with the goods:
"We have to give them the credibility of the doubt"
Frankly, it's a little more than they deserve, but probably an accurate assessment of how toothless we are...
On SBS news last night, one of Bernard Madoff's Ponzi scheme victims was speaking out about how dastardly Bernie's deeds were.
"What he did was inconspicable." True enough, no one saw what naughty swindling he was up to with his pyramid scheme for a very long time...
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Not a language funny per se, but a linguistical observation. I am deeply concerned about tautologous usage of the word 'probably'. This affliction seems preponderant among rugby league players, where you could say they are using a transformed version of the word, prnounced 'probly' or 'prolly', which has taken on a different semantic range to the original.
The usage of the word is as follows. In a situation of absolute certainty, a footy player will invariably use 'prolly' as an adverb. An example from the radio this morning:
"There's no doubt that we're prolly flying up to Brisbane tomorrow."
I would think that this could be said on any situation. 'There's no doubt I prolly won't have a car accident tomorrow.' 'It is absolutely definite that I will prolly work tomorrow.' In each case, the speaker expresses their certainty about a likelihood. While I'm sure that this prolly isn't strictly tautologous, it could be a little completely redundant.