Also... don't know how this rates as a malapropism (since the origin was goofy slang to begin with), but it makes my DAMN HEAD WANT TO EXPLODE OFF MY NECK when someone says they are "Outtie". (WTF? Are you trying to describe your navel to me? WTF?)
Shit, kids, this was originally a humorous play on the model of the Audi automobile that was the "5000". As in:
"Catch you later, I'm outta here." ->becomes-> "Catch you later, I'm Audi 5000."
It was an intentionally homonymic playful thing... it wasn't genius by any stretch of the imagination, but still, now when I see the kids writing the shit on the Internets like this:
"Catch you later, I'm outtie."
(If it were spoken, and not in print, I might not notice, but it's like a reverse joke where there's no punchline or something...)
It boggles my mind, and boils my blood (for reasons I know I can't rationally justify, so don't bother trying to ask me to defend).
Favorite Malapropism
82I kind of like hearing malaprops.
People spell phonetically, they hear what is familiar, and they repeat what they think they have heard. Hard for me to blame someone for this in most instances.
Without these issues Krazy Kat would only be half as interesting, leetle anjils.
People spell phonetically, they hear what is familiar, and they repeat what they think they have heard. Hard for me to blame someone for this in most instances.
Without these issues Krazy Kat would only be half as interesting, leetle anjils.
Favorite Malapropism
83I can't stand the improper use of self, as in
I self-referred myself
I self-medicated myself
I self-diagnosed myself
I self-referred myself
I self-medicated myself
I self-diagnosed myself
Favorite Malapropism
84Arson Smith wrote:alex maiolo wrote:Another patient later that year:
"It think she had something called...smiling mighty jesus?"
She meant spinal menengitis
Whoa - I am hoping that was just a Ween fan, pulling the doctor's leg a bit... but otherwise, whoa.WEEN wrote:Why they wanna see my spine mommy?
Why they wanna see my spine?
It's gonna hurt again mommy,
Much worse than last time.
Am I gonna see God, mommy?
Am I gonna die?
It really hurts mommy!
Am I gonna die?
Smile on mighty Jesus,
Spinal meningitis got me down.
Wow! No, this has to be a coincidence. This happened many years ago - I'm not sure when the Ween song came out.
My friend works in a practice in a very rural community. She's one of the cool doctors, who fixes people first and worries about getting paid later. Many of her patients are really poor and totally cut off from the world. I guarantee that none of them have heard of Ween. I doubt many of them have heard of the Beatles.
-A
Favorite Malapropism
85I hate 'No Love Lost' to mean 'they just don't like each other' rather than 'they've never liked each other'.
i.e "There's no love lost between Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston."
Yes there is! There is love lost!
i.e "There's no love lost between Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston."
Yes there is! There is love lost!
Favorite Malapropism
86floog wrote:it's asterisk NOT asterix...
That one kills me.
"Just put an Asterix nect to it." "What? You mean the cartoon character?"
Also, it's etc. , not ect. I hate hearing people say "ecsetera". That's not a fucking word, moron.
Favorite Malapropism
89i distinctly recall being sat in a restaurant with my mum and her partner waiting for our food to arrive and i said "oh my god, i'm ravishing!". they laughed and laughed and laughed..it took me what seemed like forever to realise my mistake..i was young, like, 10..and utterly ravenous so, y'know..
and why do people say things like 'continuing, still'. well, of course it is still continuing..it just seems uneccessary is all..
and why do people say things like 'continuing, still'. well, of course it is still continuing..it just seems uneccessary is all..
Tom wrote: I remember going in the back and seeing him headbanging to Big Black. He looked like he was raping the air- really. He had this look on his face like, "yeah air... you know you want it.".
Favorite Malapropism
90In school we all got work experience placements and had to talk about them. One girl had a placement at a solicitors office and was asked what sort of work she had been doing there.
"Well," she said, as if we were all thick. "Soliciting."
"Well," she said, as if we were all thick. "Soliciting."
Twenty-four hours a week, seven days a month