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Apparently, it's PREROGATIVE, not perogative like I thought.
Huh.
Huh.
Moreover, especially in light of the pioneering nature of the discussion area, this means that the text becomes a mostly predictive venture, which while helpful, cannot be used as an analytical tool, unless by comparing what was thought to become with what did.
TENSE. OWIE.
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Hah, this Language & the Internet book is hilarious. David Crystal is a legend, but this book is sooooooo 2001.
"teleputer" LOLZ.
"teleputer" LOLZ.
We're talking about it, and she asks me this:
Me: *headdesk*
My sister: What language do they speak in Cyprus?
Me: erm...
My sister: Egyptian?
Me: *headdesk*
*scratches head*
9/7/09 16:21It might be possible that since I haven't had any academic stimulation for a while I'm being thick. But please, how does this 'headline' make any sort of sense?
Death clues hunt in Jackson's brain
Is it poor english or bad brain day for Laura?
Death clues hunt in Jackson's brain
Is it poor english or bad brain day for Laura?
Languages.
6/6/09 21:16The weirdest thing just happened. I was watching a subtitled video on YouTube but I couldn't tell which bit the English bit was.
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Please tell me if I'm wrong, but am I right in thinking that
"working out who the audience is",
is a different thing to
"working out who the audience are"?
Which one's right? Are they both grammatically correct?
Jeez this hurts.
"working out who the audience is",
is a different thing to
"working out who the audience are"?
Which one's right? Are they both grammatically correct?
Jeez this hurts.
( Language is my mother, my father, my husband, my brother, my sister, my whore, my mistress, my check-out girl; language is a complimentary moist lemon scented cleansing square, or a handy freshen-up wipette; language is the breath of God; language is the dew on a fresh apple; it's the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning light, as you pluck from an old bookshelf, a half forgotten book of erotic memoirs; language is the creek on a stair; it's a spluttering match held to a frosted pane; it's a half-remembered childhood birthday party; it's the warm wet trusting touch of a leaking nappy; the hulk of charred panzer; the underside of a granite boulder; the first downy growth on the upper lip of a Mediterranean girl; it's cobwebs, long since overrun by an old wellington boot. )
I understood that. I love Stephen Fry & Hugh Laurie.The Original Slash pairing?
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I understood that. I love Stephen Fry & Hugh Laurie.
