The first recorded use of it was apparently in 1919, so it's definitely an old one as far as modern 'invented' jargon goes. My favorite possible origin story, per the link above, was, A more frequent explanation is that it derives from one of two Hebrew phrases, hakol b’seder, “all is in order”, or kol b’tzedek, “all with justice”; it is suggested these were introduced into the USA by Yiddish-speaking Jewish immigrants. Whether it's true or not, I love the idea of people hearing a phrase in a foreign language, more or less correctly inferring the meaning, and coming up with their own modified pronunciation and spelling for it! Language, you wily bastard.
TMW @Laurin Kelly posted this just when I was looking for the business card of the guy who sharpens my chef's knives in L.A! Dude, that was freaky. Um...Hello LK's grandfather, Sir... "The Grinder"! That is too cool! So many stories of Americanization of last names. One of my characters, Harold Camden, got his last name that way. His Russian father came to America in the 30's, thought he'd stand a better chance of success with a different last name, and named himself after the first city where he lived in the States: Camden, NJ.
TMW I Feel kind of silly for stopping my med intake for months. Starting to feel better slowly but surely.
T interpreting MW you're in a conversation with someone in one of those idiotic "10 words that have no translation" posts and you explain that there is no such thing, that you just may have to be more verbose, more wordy, in the target language, and they say "Not true" and then give you an example, which they then proceed to illuminate its meaning perfectly, and you're like "There! You just interpreted the word! There it is. What you just eloquently said. I understood perfectly. That's the interpretation!"
TMW you realize interpreters must be people with vast reserves of patience in order to get through their workdays.
I like that one, too! And it is, indeed a wily bastard. (What a great name for a band...)I spaced and forgot to read your linked article at first, then went back and edited my post but your flying fingers beat me to the post button.
TMW we finish watching "The theory of Everything" and my wife is balling her eyes out and I'm like, "Hey, when are we getting to quantum mechanics and cosmology?" Thanks, Hollywood. Not getting laid tonight.
Repeat after me, boys: Tears = hug. Tears = hug. Tears = hug. Say it with me? Tears = hug. Very good! Class dismissed.
Oh boy.....Lesson #2 boys... @Homer Potvin , pay attention in class please... Lesson 1 review: Tears = hugs. Lesson 2: Hugs often lead to more. [mutters] You boys really need to read more romance novels...Just sayin'! Edit: Lesson 3: Hugs for tears when grandma dies do not lead to more. Hugs for tears from sad movies? Oh yeah. [shakes head, walks away.]
Meh, Hollywood tears don't count. Don't get me wrong, the movie tugged at my heart strings too, but it wasn't a grandiose romance by any stretch. Stephen Hawking was a fucking pimp. And his physical limitations only made him a more highly evolved species of pimp. He ditched his wife the moment he found someone else who could take care of his physical needs and facilitate his pimp-ness. And she got to bone the guy she always wanted to bone as soon as she found somebody else that could take care of her husband's needs. That's not romance. That's self interest and self-gratification. Everyone wins. Except me.
No mercy and no comfort, Shall a man face the storm, For those who have it, Will not be able to face the devil, nor weather the storm. So dance and speak with the devil, As their is no comfort nor mercy here.
Oh, Homes.... I know we're in a writer's forum, but...goalz. The plot doesn't matter. I know, I know...but goalz. Hollywood was trying to help you get laid, Dude. Gotta help 'em out. OK let me try another route here.... You read my posts about "Him" right? The guy who called me from the road and sang to me when I was sick? Wasn't about the songs, it was the fact that he wanted me to feel better. The songs could have been Mary Had a Little Lamb. Same concept with the movie and the hug for tears.
Hollywood does many things. Can't say they ever did much to get me laid. Wine and weed are a guarantee. Movie night is 50-50. It doesn't bring much to the table from an odds standpoint.
Tears and hugs--guaranteed to arouse any man. Victoria's Secret ought to start selling stuffed animals and tissues. Renee Zellweger and Meg Ryan can be their new models....-_-
I'm glad I'm asexual after reading about the intricacies of trying to get laid. __ TMW... ...you realize you got up before 5 a.m. because your dad got up and normally he's up at 5:30, but has to drive further for work today.
Tagging @Homer Potvin But real tears don't get you laid, because "tea and cookies" (as I'm now calling it on the Forum thanks to another thread) don't solve whatever real tears are about. Movie tears and other trivial tears are just a way of the body letting off steam, which tea and cookies kinda are too. Trivial tears are far more likely to end up with having tea and cookies than real tears. For real tears, I'd be like GTF away from me, can't you see I'm upset? Edit: just asked my sis about this during our morning phone call. "Movie tears lead to tea and cookies, right? The guy hugs you, and then there's a kiss, and before you know it...?" to which she replied, "OH yeah. Best ever!" (I didn't say tea and cookies.) You guys are missing out. ETA: To clarify, I'm not in any way referring to manipulative tears some women pull out of the hat like a bag o' tricks. That's vile and fake and should not be rewarded. I'm just talking about tears as the body's reaction to a sad movie or a touching commercial or something.
That moment when you realize that Severus Snape was just Hans Gruber trying to heist Hogwart´s vault, after switching audio language on "Die Hard"... now everything has sense...
...when your phone's webbrowser is starting to become cluttered for the next writing project and you know you'll forget to write stuff down despite the view.
That moment when you realize that by having Wednesdays and Thursdays off, it makes Friday your Monday. That is why I get so annoyed when people say TGIF to me. I'm like, "Oh yeah?! Well, TGIF-U! Go TGIF-yourself!" Sorry!! I just need to vent about this on here so I don't actually say anything like that to someone. Haha.
OMG I know exactly how you feel! At one point there was like a decade where I never had a weekend day off. Hang in there! On the bright side, it was always easy to get a table at a restaurant during the week...