Let’s face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.” —(via femurs)
1: because it’s hilarious. only reason, and maybe because of the pizza background.
2: I posted the second image on her blog a while ago, and anyone else who appreciates that deserves followers.
3: My blog doesn’t show it but i’m quite an organised/ colour co-ordinated person and that blog is the epitome if that. Just scrolling down i feel happy that everything is grouped. and as a whole it looks so beautiful.
Fuck you slow fucking internet fuck.
SO our school just came third in a terribly cliche dance competition. everyone there is so fake, to the extent that the give you good luck cards and photo’s over their team wishing us the best. I go to a pretty poor school and we had NO funding from our principal and we came third! THIRD! that shit’s pretty much winning, it’s like the best result actually possible haha
So fucking proud. and we did it without having to resort to being overly happy and so enthusiastic we might kill ourselves.
Sucks our Principal will ride on our success and say how amazing our school is and the students and how he’s so happy we have events like Stage Challenge to enrich our children’s lives. oh piss off and give us money so we might actually win.
Still so happy, and a loser who enjoyed this horribly cliche day. we rubbed that shit right in.