They're really not, though. There are thousands of regular verbs in English, and only around 300 irregular ones--and even some of those are slowly regularizing. For instance, the past tense of "help" was "holp" around 400 years ago.
I suspected a "whoosh" situation, but I couldn't resist the chance to rip on Looney at (moderate) length. He's fairly recent, too--he published his book in 1920 or so.
> No it's not. It's... it's... it's... Christopher Marlowe! > > Even 400 years later, the loony theories abound.
More than you know. One of the original "Shakespeare didn't write Shakespeare" proponents was the unfortunately-named J. Thomas Looney*, who said Edward de Vere, the Earl of Oxford, wrote everything, despite the inconvenient fact that de Vere died about nine years before Shakespeare's last recorded play was written.
*Apparently pronounced "loney", but still... Apparently Looney's publisher asked him to use a pseudonym, but he refused.
> I want them to arrange me in a formation with other old people and > make us all make beautiful coincidental sounds that could be construed as music.
Might I suggest Bach's "Get Off My Lawn and Fugue in D Minor"?
> In the language Dogg, the word 'git' means 'sir'. So one would politely ask a stranger: 'Cretinous pig-faced, git?', meaning 'Have you got the time please, sir?'
Afternoon, squire.*
Full disclosure: I once played the Inspector in a production of Dogg's Hamlet, Cahoot's Macbeth. It was some of the most fun I've ever had on stage, despite wearing a full-length trenchcoat under stage lights in the middle of June. I got to be menacing and smarmy and supercilious without any consequences. It was like being a BOFH in leather.
> does he want a job as a communications minister? seems Australia needs a competent one.
It'd be a pretty easy job, wouldn't it? From what I understand, most communications in Australia are variations on "Oh sweet Jesus, there's a spider the size of a dinner plate on my leg, but at least it's killing the poisonous octopus that's eating the incredibly toxic jellyfish that was stinging me to death".
Unfortunately, being based in Bristol, the researchers have only been able to model the facial expressions of "What's all this, then?", "Phwoar!", and "'s more than my job's worth, innit?".
> Translation: My mother borrowed my PC to check her email, typed the > first three letters of "hotmail" and the Awesome Bar nearly gave her a heart attack.
"Oh, son! I was thinking about painting the garage, and was wondering if latex paint would bond well enough, so I was going to go online and look up, oh, 'latex bondage'!"
> What are people with limited mobility going to do with the bicycle?
"Limited mobility" doesn't mean "completely immobile". I, for example, have some orthopedic problems that make it really painful to walk further than about a mile or stand on my feet for more than an hour at a time. A bicycle would greatly extend my range by taking most of the strain off my feet.
(Of course, I don't really have anywhere to store one, and the hills around here are bastards, but that's a whole other subject...)
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> Or is it *both* Impossible and not Impossible?
Well, yes and no...
> Almost all verbs in English are irregular
They're really not, though. There are thousands of regular verbs in English, and only around 300 irregular ones--and even some of those are slowly regularizing. For instance, the past tense of "help" was "holp" around 400 years ago.
> Ah, you talk like a fag, and your shit's all retarded. What I'd do, is just
> like... like... you know, like, you know what I mean, like...
-1, being a dick
-1, excaping from jail
-1, fucking up lots of shit
I suspected a "whoosh" situation, but I couldn't resist the chance to rip on Looney at (moderate) length. He's fairly recent, too--he published his book in 1920 or so.
> Shakespeare? Isn't he the guy that invented the ball-point pen?
No, he's the guy who invented fishing tackle.
> No it's not. It's... it's... it's... Christopher Marlowe!
>
> Even 400 years later, the loony theories abound.
More than you know. One of the original "Shakespeare didn't write Shakespeare" proponents was the unfortunately-named J. Thomas Looney*, who said Edward de Vere, the Earl of Oxford, wrote everything, despite the inconvenient fact that de Vere died about nine years before Shakespeare's last recorded play was written.
*Apparently pronounced "loney", but still... Apparently Looney's publisher asked him to use a pseudonym, but he refused.
> I want them to arrange me in a formation with other old people and
> make us all make beautiful coincidental sounds that could be construed as music.
Might I suggest Bach's "Get Off My Lawn and Fugue in D Minor"?
> In the language Dogg, the word 'git' means 'sir'. So one would politely ask a stranger: 'Cretinous pig-faced, git?', meaning 'Have you got the time please, sir?'
Afternoon, squire.*
Full disclosure: I once played the Inspector in a production of Dogg's Hamlet, Cahoot's Macbeth. It was some of the most fun I've ever had on stage, despite wearing a full-length trenchcoat under stage lights in the middle of June. I got to be menacing and smarmy and supercilious without any consequences. It was like being a BOFH in leather.
*"Get stuffed, you bastard."
> does he want a job as a communications minister? seems Australia needs a competent one.
It'd be a pretty easy job, wouldn't it? From what I understand, most communications in Australia are variations on "Oh sweet Jesus, there's a spider the size of a dinner plate on my leg, but at least it's killing the poisonous octopus that's eating the incredibly toxic jellyfish that was stinging me to death".
> Just give 'em gigantic pounding thrust
It's what keeps the ladies coming back!
"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and--HOLY SHIT, I think that squid just looked me in the eye."
> Food is pretty much up there with sex as far as primal instincts go.
Or in the immortal words of Descartes: "Burrito, ergo nom."
Unfortunately, being based in Bristol, the researchers have only been able to model the facial expressions of "What's all this, then?", "Phwoar!", and "'s more than my job's worth, innit?".
> Is that the tip of a stone weapon embedded in your vertebra or are you just happy to see me?
It's in my vertebra? I can't really see the point of that.
Alternately:
It looks like somebody...
(sunglasses)
...rocked their world.
(exit)
Yeaaaaaaah!
>> If you *don't* vote, you *can't* complain about the results
>
> Yes I can. Who made up that rule? I never agreed to it.
The rest of us voted on it. Where were you?
> no, there is nothing to fear. i have been making posts thr
Wait--how did that happen? He didn't even mention Candleja
> And the head of McCain's transition team used to lobby for Saddam Hussein.
...who was in South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut with the voice of Minnie Driver, who was in Sleepers with...
...Kevin Bacon.
> Add photos that you aren't in and tag them as you.
>
> Then add backstory for them.
They'll still be able to tell those photos aren't you.
None of the people in them will have tinfoil hats on.
> Republicans want into your bedroom. Democrats want into your wallet. Libertarians want neither.
Libertarians bring their wallets into the bedroom.
> Much A Shit About Nuthin'
Judges?
*BZZT*
I'm sorry...the answer we were looking for is "Much A-Poo About Nothing". Thanks for playing, though, and you'll receive a copy of the home game.
> being able to completely fudge your 360 degree view screen with a wonderful "Guess what you just won!" tagline.
It's worse than that. Imagine...
360-degree full-immersion goatse.cx.
> Translation: My mother borrowed my PC to check her email, typed the
> first three letters of "hotmail" and the Awesome Bar nearly gave her a heart attack.
"Oh, son! I was thinking about painting the garage, and was wondering if latex paint would bond well enough, so I was going to go online and look up, oh, 'latex bondage'!"
"GAH!"
> Geek crap.
Sorry...owmyballs.com is three doors down the hall on the left.
> What are people with limited mobility going to do with the bicycle?
"Limited mobility" doesn't mean "completely immobile". I, for example, have some orthopedic problems that make it really painful to walk further than about a mile or stand on my feet for more than an hour at a time. A bicycle would greatly extend my range by taking most of the strain off my feet.
(Of course, I don't really have anywhere to store one, and the hills around here are bastards, but that's a whole other subject...)