Category Archives: Quickthoughts

News.

The noun ‘news’ tickles me. Let’s take an adjective ‘new’ throw an S on the end and consider it a noun.

I kinda wish that after a defined period of time post publishing, news would be reclassified as “olds.”

When the Bough breaks

We have a few baby books scattered around the house that use the word “bough” instead of branch. I find it curious I’ve only ever encountered the word in baby books and nursery rhymes. I find this¬†particularly ludicrous because we’re using these books to teach language.

Maybe I should embrace it. Maybe I’ll start using it all the time.

“oh look! An Oriole!”
“where?”
“On the bough of the Maple!”

 

4 spt

Two minutes of brushing is four seconds per tooth. Considering that the inside edges are suppose to be done with floss, that sure does seem like a long time per tooth. J.Atlas has three teeth. That’s twelve seconds. Waaay too long if you ask me.

Doesn’t two-three seconds per tooth sound like it would be plenty?

Unnatural Frustration

I have an unnecessarily acute distaste for license plate holders that boldly advertise the dealership where the car was purchased. You just spent tens of thousands of dollars on an incredible machine with precision components that can generate 100’s of horse power and there’s a cheap plastic holder for your license plate that says “BA-BA-BA-BARNIES CARS IN BARVILLE”

I guess I have to applaud the companies that pull it off. If you can stick an advertisement on the back of a Lexus and the owner never bothers to take it off, good on you.

Potato Update

CONFIRMED: The Potato button on our microwave is a miraculous wonder. We’ve tried it with plain potatoes and sweet potatoes. Our massively successful attempt required stabbing the potato with a fork a handful of times and hitting the button. We’ve even done TWO AT ONCE, by appropriately answering the even more convenient “how many potatoes” query.

Amazing.

I’ve been converted.

Caller ID

While on FaceTime with my parents, their land line phone rings.

Mom D to Dad D: Will you check the caller ID?
Dad D: It says it’s from Billerica
Mom D: Don’t answer.
Jen: Who is Bill Rica?

Heh

(joke explained for foreigners: Billerica is a town in Massachusetts)

Strange

You know what’s a strange word?

Grown-ups

It’s almost exclusively used around kids. You never hear adults referring to each other as grown-ups.

According to Grammar-girl¬†(one of my favorite resources for strange grammar questions), ‘Grow up’ is a phrasal verb and ‘Grown up’ is the past participle* When it’s used as a noun, it needs a hyphen.

*fun fact: present and past participles confused the heck out of me when I learned about them in Spanish class because I didn’t remember ever learning about them in English class first.