I'm good at speaking in such a way that if they don't wait for me to finish they jump to the wrong conclusion about what I actually intend to say. Too bad that jumping isn't real, some of the worse of them wouldn't be fatter than me anymore. In movies that are supposed to be authentic about things on that side of the pond they say it "where's that got to"
I certainly have. It's quite common where I grew up, when something goes temporarily (we hope) missing.
I've heard more along the lines of "where'd that get off to" instead. I've said it myself a number of times as well.
Dara O'Brien (an Irish comedian for those that don't know the name... although if you're one of them you may as well stop reading now) Anyway, not him as a person. In fact he strikes me as a very pleasant fellow, but holy crap does he mumble!! I can't make out a damn word he says!
Mmm, from my distant memory of ancestral homelands, and among the volk-folk, ‘where to?’ elicits... ‘John..’ ‘Eh? Wah.?’ ‘In Bood.’ ‘Oh. Eh? Wah, who, when?’ (is it ‘elicit’? Is that ww?)
When advertising executives need an 'over 50' for their life insurance/pension scheme commercials, and instead of employing an actual over 50 they take some guy in his 30s, put a pair of spectacles on him and sprinkle talcum powder over his hair.
They don”t do that. I’ve been watching those ads ‘keenly’ and the actors are all in the despised/sloven ‘baby boomers‘ generation, somehow ...
I know this won’t mean much to many, but ‘advertisements for BBC Sounds..’...as in the same vein as Radio 6 commercials of a year ago... post
Before I turn in for the night I'd just like to leave this here and nominate it as the biggest pile of unmelodic, pretentious ear-rape shite ever produced.
The accent makes it sound better to my ear than much of the modern crap that comes out as music here in the states.
No offense, but this is a typical boomer thing to say. There's plenty of great music coming out nowadays.
I thought it sounded more like an angsty teen. "Ugh! I was born in the wrong generation! Modern music is so commercial and bland. Only Jim Morrison/ Kurt Cobain will ever understand me. You were taken too soon."
And so it is. The radio station I have to listen to, on the way into work of a morning (I can't complain as my work colleague is kind enough to give me a lift there and back every day) has me almost suicidal by the time we get there... and it's only a twenty-minute journey.
That's public radio, though. I'm fairy sure there are laws stating how inoffensively obnoxious they have to be. Dig a little. Go a little underground and you can find a lot of great stuff.
Ageing grumble : why oh WHY—now that my knees aren't happy being knelt on and my eyesight only works well at certain distances—does nearly everything I handle get dropped on the floor, where it's certain to bounce or roll underneath some piece of non-moveable furniture? Where it remains, camouflaged well by the colour of the flooring or carpet, until my Hungry Hoover discovers it at last? First world problems—I shouldn't be annoyed. But it's very annoying.
More of a pet peeve than TTAMBS, but Hollywood's relationship with guns. I'm not talking about glorifying them, or mishandling them, or any of that, but I just watched Taxi Driver again and when he's shooting the .44 magnum at the range, it's blowing fist-sized holes in the paper target. It is possible to look at a shot-up piece of paper and make an educated guess as to the caliber(s) in use, but .44 magnums, or hollowpoints, or dum-dum rounds make a hole roughly the size of the caliber, no matter how much power is behind them. The exception actually proves the rule more than anything else, wadcutter or semi-wadcutter rounds make very precise circular holes, while other rounds tend to leave a ragged edge that is actually smaller than the diameter of the bullet.
I'm sure there is, but I get assaulted with crap from passing cars that can't possibly sound good due to all the distortion, but then, it could be that it sounds better when played through equipment that imparts so much distortion. Who knows. BTW, my dad used to make such comments about 50s, 60s, and 70s music when I was younger... Have I becoming my dad?