It started off with me, my sister, and my brother in law all piloting a tram. Well, brother in law was piloting the tram, sister was sat in front passenger side, and I was sat in back between the two front seats. We were diving the tram around Sheffield, but it didn't look like Sheffield but in my head, it was. Also, the teams didn't look like the Sheffield trams. The looked like some glorified lorry coach dragging along some coaches.
Anyway, it started raining, and for some reason, one half of a platform at a tram station we pull up at is covered in bats wrapped in blankets. Not small bats, freaking giant bats. We pull in at the second half of the platform, and brother in law gets out to apologise for missing the first half of the platform out, and my sister gets into the drivers seat. I leap out before she can drive off, but then I have to scramble to get back in, and my brother in law stars driving off again with my door wide open.
Part two of my dream is where the tram ride turns into a road trip of sorts, still with me, my sister, and my brother in law. We start driving along a busy A road in Chesterfield, of all places, which I have only ever passed through but never been in. Whilst we're passing through, at the place where there's a big Tesco was instead giant hammocks. And then instead of being on a giant lorry/tram hybrid, we're not flying along in these giant hammocks. As we're cruising along, I point out a large mansion, that turned out to be several smaller, derelict manor houses, with some ruined counsel flats in top. They were so derelict that they had no flooring, just grass. And then, the giant giant hammock someone turns into brother is law's car, as we're driving through a town and I'm saying something that turns into "oh shit" as we reach a level crossing in the middle of the town. The lights were flashing two greens, and on the other side of the road I could see a normal tram passing by, but on the side in front of us, there was a train that was travelling backwards that had a small steam train engine secured to it at a 45 degree angle.
i thought it was about an hour later than it actually was and i panicked and rushed and now i have bags of time but i'm feeling sorta flustered and wrong-footed
"What a great person they're." is grammatically correct and you're going to be plagued by that knowledge for the rest of your life, yes you're.
In what way though? Most people probably would not think that sounds right, and that's basically all that being grammatically correct means unleeeeeeeeeeess you're some kind of... linguistic prescriptivist.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
My bedroom TV only has one composite video input, but I have at least three devices that use composite video.
So I just took to labeling each of the cables so I can swap them out without having to trace each one back every single time.
I’m in a linguistics class this semester and my TA hates Chomsky’s theories because he’s a Korea native and says that most of his ideas just straight up don’t apply in his original language
which is fair, I suppose, though I find myself neutral or mildly positive on Chomsky at most
linguistic descriptive would rather let a thousand useful words die and make a language completely impossible for non-native speakers to learn than tell a single person that it's "could not care less" instead of "could care less"
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I STOLE A DANGEROUS BLADE BECAUSE I AM A REBEL
...by which I mean, I forgot to return a cheap-ass boxcutter to my shift supervisor when I quit my job.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
linguistic descriptive would rather let a thousand useful words die and make a language completely impossible for non-native speakers to learn than tell a single person that it's "could not care less" instead of "could care less"
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And by little, I mean over an hour.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
It started off with me, my sister, and my brother in law all piloting a tram. Well, brother in law was piloting the tram, sister was sat in front passenger side, and I was sat in back between the two front seats. We were diving the tram around Sheffield, but it didn't look like Sheffield but in my head, it was. Also, the teams didn't look like the Sheffield trams. The looked like some glorified lorry coach dragging along some coaches.
Anyway, it started raining, and for some reason, one half of a platform at a tram station we pull up at is covered in bats wrapped in blankets. Not small bats, freaking giant bats. We pull in at the second half of the platform, and brother in law gets out to apologise for missing the first half of the platform out, and my sister gets into the drivers seat. I leap out before she can drive off, but then I have to scramble to get back in, and my brother in law stars driving off again with my door wide open.
(That's part one. Part two is even stranger)
At this point I woke up.
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In what way though? Most people probably would not think that sounds right, and that's basically all that being grammatically correct means unleeeeeeeeeeess you're some kind of... linguistic prescriptivist.
which is fair, I suppose, though I find myself neutral or mildly positive on Chomsky at most
I do think that people who go ‘lol language changes all the time fuck grammar’ are a bunch of pissants tho’