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Trivial Pursuits => Sports & Leisure => Topic started by: linnea on May 31, 2007, 04:02:50 am
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I have been packing for the retarded move back to Denver.
I am drinking Glenlivet on the rocks. My last bottle was Glenfiddich.
That is all.
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why don't we get drunk and screw?
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I've got a waterbed
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I am debating. My parents never drink, and keep very little alcohol in the house.
Does this mean:
A. They will not remember how much was in the bottle last time, so, I am safe to take some
B. They will know exactly what I took, and confront me.
or C. Daniel, stealing alcohol from your parents at 1 AM on a weeknight is pointless, and unhealthy.
That one is winning. But, you know, a guy wonders...
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No, just make a drink. They can't care, and it is healthy.
I am drinking a Pigs Eye Lean. Going to go to my neighbors and have a Rich and Rare and coke in a minute (maybe).
This is what happens when you drink alot (it is my last summer) and don't have money.
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There is something about Keith giving out drinking advice the just scares me.
Skimming booze is not cool - a total Hunts move.
Also, my parents also almost never drink, and they always had a huge stock pile of booze that had been gifted to them by those who did not know this, most of it was always sealed, on the top shelf of a closet. I would occasionally contimplate taking an entire bottle of something. I'm pretty sure they'd have never noticed. To this day, when I go over, they have a shelf of booze that remains sealed on a top shelf. Now that I am grown, I should just go over one day and help myself. Just walk to the closet, load up and leave - "clink, clink, clink!" - as my parents watch in silent, stunned amazement.
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My parents are like this. They have booze that they bought 20 or 30 years ago because they were having a party and knew "uncle Guy only drinks scotch and soda" or some such. Sadly it doesn't count as 30-year-old scotch just by sitting in a cabinet next to the Doritos for 25 years.
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yeah. I mean, it's in a place where it would be hard to get out, etc. Plus, you know, I'm not an alcoholic.
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The true Hunt's move is to skim vodka/gin out of the bottle and top it back up with water.
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Not that Nabu would know anything about that, of course.
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The true Hunt's move is to skim vodka/gin out of the bottle and top it back up with water.
Friends of mine in high school did that, and it reminded me of Cordelia from a Margaret Atwood novel who did that with her dad's stash but he didn't notice. How on earth could someone not notice watered-down hooch? I'm amazed that they got away with it.
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I would get away with it. I have never seen my parents drink anything but beer or wine. Unless it was a marguerita.
but yeah, not happening.
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You could top it up with metho, provided it's bad enough vodka they might not notice.
My dad has a nice bottle of scotch that he hasn't touched since he bought it about 20 years ago. I lust after that scotch, at least I would if it wasn't probably totally groady by now. Besides I've got my own 12 year glen fidditch in the cupboard now so I can knock it back whenever I want.
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theinev, for me personally, drinking Scotch isn't about getting drunk. Of course, after the obligatory enjoyment of the blessed and expensive Scotch has commenced and it has been fully appreciated, then it is of course acceptable to continue drinking with fellow Scotch enthusiasts (with a lesser grade of alcohol, because what's the point of drinking hella expensive scotch if you can't really taste it?).
However, I try not to be a dick about drinking liquor. People are free to do as they please. When I was younger (21) my best friend's asshole father berated me for ordering a rum and coke. Since then, I don't want to make other people feel bad about their choice of bev. If someone wants to buy a bottle of 18-year Scotch and mix it into a Scotch and soda, it would be a Hunt's move for me to berate them for doing so. It's their money. Now, if *I* had purchased said expensive-ass bottle, I would not let anyone drink it except neat.
It also pisses me off when people insinuate that it's not ladylike for me to order Scotch. What the fuck? Should I order a Grasshopper or Shirley Temple? Fuck you.
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It also pisses me off when people insinuate that it's not ladylike for me to order Scotch.
It is eminently ladylike. It indicates you are a lady of quality.
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It also pisses me off when people insinuate that it's not ladylike for me to order Scotch. What the fuck? Should I order a Grasshopper or Shirley Temple? Fuck you.
On the one hand, this makes me feel bad, not for telling women they can't order scotch, but because I've mocked a dude friend for ordering fuzzy navels, buttery nipples, etc. But then, fuck that, we were at a Mexican restaurant. And the dude painted his fingernails when he could get away with it.
Mrs. Haus doesn't like dark liquors. She prefers vodka, gin, etc. As a result, we end up with a pretty well-balanced bar.
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On the one hand, this makes me feel bad, not for telling women they can't order scotch, but because I've mocked a dude friend for ordering fuzzy navels, buttery nipples, etc. But then, fuck that, we were at a Mexican restaurant. And the dude painted his fingernails when he could get away with it.
Mrs. Haus doesn't like dark liquors. She prefers vodka, gin, etc. As a result, we end up with a pretty well-balanced bar.
I dunno, I thought that dudes were required to mock each others drink choices? I was always surprised when my crap dude ex fiance would get together with his friends. I was like, "man, do you guys hate each other or something? Damn, I would not tolerate such shit talking." but he said it was normal for guys to do that.
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my good friend Parker orders a shirly temple every time we are at a restaurant that has them. it's like he enjoys being mocked.
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I am getting my precious bottles outta the freezer to be carefully packed. I'm going to take them in my suitcase to Denver. I couldn't resist getting a silly shot with the bottle. Also I have new mascara. Thanks Sephora, for coercing me to buy a $22 tube of Fiberwig (http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P174100&shouldPaginate=true&categoryId=5859). I can't tell the difference between that stuff and my regular stuff, but apparently it's Japanese. Ray. The Japanese.
(http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1086/528515402_175d012223_m.jpg)
The flickr rules state that I have to link back to them (http://www.flickr.com/photos/linnea/528515402/). Do they check up on that or something?
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my good friend Parker orders a shirly temple every time we are at a restaurant that has them. it's like he enjoys being mocked.
When I was little I remember restaurants calling this drink a Davey Crocket for boys.
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linnea-- suitcase to be checked? make sure not to put such things in your carry on, as some TSA official would soon be enjoying your drinks in his office. You know, invite in a stewardess he's having an illicit affair with, etc.
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linnea-- suitcase to be checked? make sure not to put such things in your carry on, as some TSA official would soon be enjoying your drinks in his office. You know, invite in a stewardess he's having an illicit affair with, etc.
Good call, theinev. I fuck*ng hate the stupid ass TSA regs on liquids. They are going to be double bagged in clear Ziploc bags and will be put in my checkthrough luggage.
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When I was little I remember restaurants calling this drink a Davey Crocket for boys.
When I was little a Shirley Temple for boys was a Roy Rogers.
I drink good scotch neat, but oddly enough I haven't bought any since I moved here, even though I'm drinking more than ever, and by "more than ever" I mean that I've had to throw away my Tylenol for fear of liver damage because I'm falling into that "more than three alcoholic drinks per day" category.
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Three per day, is that an average i.e. binges and dry days? I've always wondered if it matters - probably it does. I seem to have picked up somewhere that two drinks a day is "good" for you, and more is bad for you, but I have no factual basis for this. Does the Tylenol also damage the liver? I really should know this stuff. My grandmother died of liver disease, so really I should study up more about liver health in general.
I've had a lot to drink recently also. A nice mix of Gin and Wine on different days. Only once did I get mildly intoxicated ( drank all but one glass of a nice German wine). I got into a brief laughing argument with the SO over whether I would take his last name or not if we ever get married. We were having a good laugh the whole conversation, but we disagreed quite drastically to my surprise. I kept trying to explain I'd rather have his last name, but that at this point in my artistic career people know me by my name, and it is therefore too late to change it. But then he'd had enough beer that he was rubbing his fingers over his teeth to make a squeaky-squeak noise just to annoy me... so, not a good time to discuss major life changes, even if in a light hearted fashion.
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I wouldn't marry a girl who wouldn't take my name.
Scene:
What, my name isn't good enough for you?
Then I'd shove her naked into the hallway and toss her clothes at her before slamming the door in her face.
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We just got new ones - first, middle and last.
Used the old ones up, you know.
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I wouldn't marry a girl who wouldn't take my name.
Scene:
What, my name isn't good enough for you?
Then I'd shove her naked into the hallway and toss her clothes at her before slamming the door in her face.
Yeah, but you have a good surname. I had a smoldering college flame who came up to visit me here in Alaska. We both thought that we were going to get married to each other after we finally got started in our lives, that's how hot things were in college. He had a last name that was a little embarrassing and while we were discussing it, I said that I wanted to keep my name.
That ended that. He immediately got so offended that I think it sounded the death knell in our relationship.
I also think that he got made fun of a lot when he was a kid.
We just got new ones - first, middle and last.
Used the old ones up, you know.
That's a pretty awesome new tradition.
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He had a last name that was a little embarrassing and while we were discussing it, I said that I wanted to keep my name.
That ended that. He immediately got so offended that I think it sounded the death knell in our relationship.
I also think that he got made fun of a lot when he was a kid.
Dong? Scabies? Sally?
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I could care less about anything like this. I guess that is what makes me different.
Even if a lady is my wife, I do not think for her.
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Even if a lady is my wife, I do not think for her.
What if she wanted you to?
What if you wanted her to think for you?
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Somewtimes I'm pretty sure someone I don't even know is thinking for me.
At least that's what I told the judge.
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Only Request: people, if you keep your name... give your kids whichever of the names is better. or else, you know, hyphenate them or something.
My mom has an awesome, awesome, awesome last name. it has a history. it's exciting.
my dad's last name is unbearably boring. It is a boring white person name. I am occasionally asked if I am related to a certain director-- that is the height of excitement for this name. The worst part is, his mothers side had a long chain of cool Irish last names (Munro, Blaney, something else I forget). But no!
I have my dad's last name. WHYYYYY!?
Plus, my mom gets all pissy when they don't put her hyphenated last name on mail. Unrelated: they also get really confused when addressing letters to "Dr and Mr" and so we often get "Dr and Mrs" instead. OUTRAGEOUS.
I feel like... a family should all have one last name. If my wife wants to keep her last name, I will take hers. Unless, you know, it's really really horrible. Having parents with 2 different last names is just... unnecessary.
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What if she wanted you to?
What if you wanted her to think for you?
I wouldn't be in the situation and I have taken enough psychedelics that I can think for myself for the rest of my days.
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The Lady has intimated to me that if we got married she would want my last name. I was actually kind of disappointed but she's a traditionalist and it's probably for the best since her last name is also a first name and so we might start getting mail for three people.
That said the (admittedly few) ladies I know who kept their last names seem to enjoy being total dicks about it. Then again maybe I think I only know a few ladies who kept their last names because I only notice the ones who make a fuss.
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I would love to shed all vestiges of my biological family, but as I said, I am known by my unusual name at this point, and am just at the cusp of being really known in my field. I supposed I am actually teetering on the edge of it being too late. I am also highly indifferent to getting married at all, so in a way it's all moot. I've told myself I have a year to figure out if I actually want to get married or not, but since I've always been on the "probably not" side of things, I don't see it changing really. If the SO really wanted to, I probably would, but my personal interest isn't all that high. I like the idea of celebrating our partnership, I don't like the idea of dressing up all silly, of dealing with the stress, of jumping through the hoops, of spending lots of money, etc. etc.
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To go back like a page, Tylenol can cause liver damage if you take it with alcohol. You should never take it immediately after drinking (or even worse wash it down with beer) and if you have more than 3 drinks a day you shouldn't take Tylenol at all. Switch to ibuprofen/Advil.
What confuses the hell out of me is my friend Christine. Her family changed their name to something really lame years ago to Americanize it. So when she turned 18 she changed her last name back to the original polish one. Then at 28 she gets married and takes her husband's name. What was the point of changing her name to begin with if she was just going to change it again?
The head of my department at work just got married for the 4th time. She changed her name to his, but professionally still uses her 1st or 2nd husband's name because that's the one she's known by in peer-reviewed journals and such.
My SO and I are keeping things simple. We're both keeping our own names and aren't having kids.
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The Lady has intimated to me that if we got married she would want my last name. I was actually kind of disappointed but she's a traditionalist and it's probably for the best since her last name is also a first name and so we might start getting mail for three people.
My experiences with marriage have shown me that once it happens, it doesn't matter how you handle it, your mail will be addressed all fucked for life.
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I wouldn't be in the situation and I have taken enough psychedelics that I can think for myself for the rest of my days.
Huh. After 19 years of marriage, I've come to realize that not having to think about certain types of things can be a huge benefit. I'm glad I don't have to think about my daughters' menstrual issues. I'm pretty sure Mrs. West is glad she doesn't have to pay much attention to our taxes. Sharing the burden is pretty nice.
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My experiences with marriage have shown me that once it happens, it doesn't matter how you handle it, your mail will be addressed all fucked for life.
Sometimes when the names are fucked it's to your advantage, though. We don't have the same last name, so if someone phones and asks for Mr Wombat or Mrs Technical Staff, it is a dead giveaway that they are selling something.
Which roughly compensates for when I call the vet to make an appointment and have to say that the dogs have a different last name than I do.
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The only meaning in a name is that which the user imbues it with through their works.
Not if, as I alluded to earlier, your last name is Dong or Scabies.
Well, maybe if your last name is Scabies. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rat_Scabies)
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I work with at least three Dongs and it ain't never a problem outside of the playground.
Taken out of context that's a rather disturbing sentence.
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Taken out of context that's a rather disturbing sentence.
Can for both of you. That's one of the most disturbing sentences I've ever read.
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Huh. After 19 years of marriage, I've come to realize that not having to think about certain types of things can be a huge benefit. I'm glad I don't have to think about my daughters' menstrual issues. I'm pretty sure Mrs. West is glad she doesn't have to pay much attention to our taxes. Sharing the burden is pretty nice.
Wait! I handle the menstrual issues and the taxes for both of us! The SO definitely couldn't handle our taxes (he's not a math guy and I have a complicated situation being partially self-employed and all), and the one time I sent him to buy tampons he came back with the wrong kind. Perhaps a public ritual would somehow balance this out?
Also, I had no idea about the booze and Tylenol combo, but that said I don't think I've ever combined them anyway.
Also, there is a Dong Thai restaurant near my house and until now, I never thought that was a problem.
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I loved being able to type that up as factual truth.
ALSO: One of the Dong's first names is Hung.
I shit thee not. Dude's a good engineer, too. He's had a hand in some good erections.
Can for the engineering pun.
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Also, there is a Dong Thai restaurant near my house and until now, I never thought that was a problem.
Pho Kyu is apparantly a very popular restaurant name nowadays (for those that don't know - and I didn't - Pho is pronounced "fuh").
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To drag this thread back onto the previous off-topic tangent:
I can accept both sides of the name-changing argument, but what always confuses me is the assertion that a woman wanting to keep her surname is somehow a selgiraffe, dickish, or "uppity" move. Certainly, you can be a dick about it, much as you can be a dick about everything -- but why is the selgiraffe one here a woman who wants to keep the name she's always had, as opposed to the man who wants her to change it to his? I think this must be tied to the bizarre cultural idea that anything not explicitly or implicitly male-biased is by definition "female-biased." As a blogger whose name I can't remember pointed out, both parties in a marriage keeping their last names is the most strictly equal arrangement imaginable; why is it considered to represent some bias towards the woman?
Basically, what I'm saying here is, regardless of your decision, keeping (or not keeping) your name isn't something you should have to make apologies or excuses for. I have my reasons -- but why should I have to justify a choice that pretty much effects only the signifier of my identity, just because that choice isn't necessarily traditional.
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As a blogger whose name I can't remember pointed out, both parties in a marriage keeping their last names is the most strictly equal arrangement imaginable; why is it considered to represent some bias towards the woman?
But what do you give the kids as last names? Mom's for girls, Dad's for boys? Or switch genders? Or make some sort of bizzare Chimera name out of them? James & Mary's kids could be Mataville, or Carlin (actually, those sound ok...). Who else... Demi & Bruce's kids could be Moorliss, or Willore. Those sounds appropriately awful. Instead of hyphenating, Will & Jada's kids could be Pinkith, or Smett. Let the genealogists puzzle over that. Especially a few generations down. Jaden Pinketh hooks up with Rumer Willore and the progeny becomes Herbaceous Pillkere (making sure all grand-paternal roots are honoured - the first name is just me trying to anticipate future naming fads).
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Why do people get married?
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Why do people get married?
So they can annoy someone at home as much as they annoy the folks at work.
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But what do you give the kids as last names? Mom's for girls, Dad's for boys? Or switch genders?
Presumably you choose what you want and the good Lord will provide. After all, it's not like a child's last name not being identical to one parent's is considered to be an automatic sign of Shameful Harlotry or anything anymore.
However, whatever you do, be damn careful with hypenation/portmanteaus. Speaking as someone whose last name was quite nearly a hyphenated Dutch-German monstrosity, that hypen is a dangerous weapon which can keep your child from ever passing kindergarten.
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(for those that don't know - and I didn't - Pho is pronounced "fuh").
this reminds me of something. ok.
Korean and chinese are not written in Roman letters.
at some point, westerners started transliterating these languages into roman letters
at the same point, they decided that rather than transliterating the way the words sound, they would deviate randomly from typical pronunciation ("pho is pronounced fuh")
Why? Was there some Korean who learned english and told them? I doubt it. so... why? WHYYYY!?
Best korean restaurant name, as mentioned before: "Pho Sizzle"
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Pho is a Vietnamese dish, not Korean. Vietnamese is in fact written in the Latin alphabet. Vietnamese has vowels that don't exist in European languages, which are represented using diacritics over the Latin vowels. The word Pho ought to have a diacritic over it, to show that it's the unrounded vowel. But diacritics are a bother so it usually gets left out by people typing English.
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Education.
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So "fuh"? Or no? I need to know what the hell to call these places.
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So "fuh"? Or no? I need to know what the hell to call these places.
Don't get your hopes up.
To quote the Great Angelic Master Li Po (or was it Blister?)
"IT'S ALL CHING CHONG WING WONG."
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I am so happy that you knew that answer.
Still applies to unreasonable Chinese pronunciations, though.
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Huh. After 19 years of marriage, I've come to realize that not having to think about certain types of things can be a huge benefit. I'm glad I don't have to think about my daughters' menstrual issues. I'm pretty sure Mrs. West is glad she doesn't have to pay much attention to our taxes. Sharing the burden is pretty nice.
There is a really big difference between sharing burdens with someone and thinking for someone.
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Why do people get married?
My favourite answer to this was always Jerry Seinfeld's bit about how people get married because they run out of conversation.
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So "fuh"? Or no? I need to know what the hell to call these places.
"Fuh" is correct, but if you say "Fo" none but the meanest language police will hassle you. It's like "gyro" vs. "yee-ro," one is technically correct but it's been butchered often enough to be accepted.
Also, pho is the best goddamn hangover cure in the universe.
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"Fuh" is as close as you're likely to get but yeah, I say "pho" and I always get exactly what I ordered, you know?
There are systematic explanations for why Chinese is transliterated the way it is also, but I've already gone over my quota of linguistics for the week.
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"Fuh" is correct, but if you say "Fo" none but the meanest language police will hassle you. It's like "gyro" vs. "yee-ro," one is technically correct but it's been butchered often enough to be accepted.
Also, pho is the best goddamn hangover cure in the universe.
In my experience the people taking the order generally don't know what you're talking about if you say yee-ro.
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In my experience the people taking the order generally don't know what you're talking about if you say yee-ro.
See also: http://touamb.com/index.php/topic,2679.msg60394.html#msg60394 (http://touamb.com/index.php/topic,2679.msg60394.html#msg60394)
Though the discussion picks up speed around: http://touamb.com/index.php/topic,2679.msg60466.html#msg60466 (http://touamb.com/index.php/topic,2679.msg60466.html#msg60466)
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Gimme some of them there sammiches.
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"Fuh" is as close as you're likely to get but yeah, I say "pho" and I always get exactly what I ordered, you know?
I just say "A large bowl of #8, please." (Where #8 is something that doesn't include tripe.)
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There was a place near me called "Pho Sizzle" before it closed. I was really hoping it was pronounced "Faux" instead of "Fuh."
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See, I think that proves that Vietnamese expect Americans to pronounce it 'fo'.
Really, if you're speaking English, you should speak English. When a language borrows words, the pronunciation changes. It's just pretentious to fall all over yourself trying to pronounce things in the original language and it makes it hard to order a gyro, so what's the point?
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I normally walk in to my desired restaurant and start throwing bills at the server whilst screaming "MEAT!" It works fairly well.
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Speaking of ordering SNAFUs, I have learned that I have to ask for a "Scotch and soda. Yeah, with J&B or Dewar's." or such as a "Glenfiddich neat" if I am to get anywhere.
One of my favorite blended scotches for s&s is J&B. I asked for a "J&B and soda, please" one night. The barmaid gave me a weird look. She gave me a drink that was waaaay too brown to be scotch.
I said, "Uh, is that scotch?"
She said, "no, I thought you wanted a JD and soda! Jack Daniels!"
>_< ewwww. Not Jack Daniels. I felt really bad and offered to pay for the disgusting drink, but she immediately made me a new J&B and soda. Somebody nice was happy.
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I ask for Laphroaig at most bars and when they tell me they don't have it I just never go back.
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man. ordering drinks. what a bizarre concept.
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man. ordering drinks. what a bizarre concept.
Ha, ha! You're still underaaaage!
Sorry, I just had to rub it in.
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I ask for Laphroaig at most bars and when they tell me they don't have it I just never go back.
Do you have to spell it for them?
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I still think ordering drinks at a bar is bizarre. You can get alcohol cheaper at the supermarket (or a beer-off if you need some Peychaud's Bitters or something), and then you can drink them in the comfort of your own home, eliminating the need for a designated driver. I mean, I can understand buying overpriced beer at a ballgame, or a bottle of wine at a restaurant, because there you're essentially paying for the convenience of drink combined with another service. But the sole purpose of a bar is for drinking. Am I missing some crucial detail? It just seems kind of daft.
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Well, there's always the huge variety of drink types, titty-bars, live music, dancing, darts/pool/foosball, watching sports, scoring drugs, and meeting people (all experiences that aren't quite the same at home) - but YMMV.
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Well, there's always the huge variety of drink types, titty-bars, live music, dancing, darts/pool/foosball, watching sports, scoring drugs, and meeting people (all experiences that aren't quite the same at home) - but YMMV.
Agreed, you really pay for the experience more than the alcohol. Even if you go to a little hole in the wall with the same people you've been seeing there for 20 years, it's still the novelty of being the bar you've been going to with your friends for 20 years. Granted, if you're going to one of these places, you're most likely drinking $1 cans of PBR.
I feel very fortunate to live within stumbling distance from a good gay bar with decent karaoke. I go there once or twice a week, & only spend around 10 or 15 bucks. It's the people who easily drop $100 during a night of clubbing that I worry about.
While I'm posting...
1. I'm deeply indebted to my pappy for introducing me to the wonderful world of Scotch.
2. I plan on hyphenating surnames when I get married. Or Civil Unioned. Or whatever the heck it'll be called when I'm ready to tie the knot. I think hyphenating surnames indicates partnership, ya know?
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We have a small neighborhood bar here that I really enjoy. I always feel very safe there. The other bar is really scary and I never go there unless I enter and leave with a group of friends. Going out to bars can be fun, but I don't like getting ogled by nasty guys, which happens a lot here. There are a lot of scary guys here (4:1 ratio of men to women). I'll be dancing with my girlfriends and some skeevy dude will come up and try to grind on one of us, and it just gets old. Contrast that with Denver, where I'll probably never get a second glance. C'est la vie. It will be nice to have some measure of anonymity again...but there won't be that safety net of fellow firefighters who are watching my back. It's a tradeoff.
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Well, there's always the huge variety of drink types, titty-bars, live music, dancing, darts/pool/foosball, watching sports, scoring drugs, and meeting people (all experiences that aren't quite the same at home) - but YMMV.
But Nabu, I always thought this was exactly what it was like at your house. I'm disappointed.
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But Nabu, I always thought this was exactly what it was like at your house. I'm disappointed.
Well, it is, but I assumed iron felix's experience was different. I can't let all of you move in with me. I am taking applications, but there is already one very impressive candidate.
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I just realized...
I know two people with hyphenated names that are dating.
HOW WOULD YOU DECIDE WHO CAME FIRST!?
it would be like... a bunch of really Eastern European/Jewish names, all smushed together with one English name.
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I don't know a damn thing about scotch, but I'm glad to see there's a sports & leisure thread going strong besides our nerdstravaganza baseball one.
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Where I come from double-barrelled names indicate being terribly posh.
Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon
Camilla Parker-Bowles
Anastacia Beaumont-Bott
That kinda thing.
Right, like Simon Zinc-Trumpet-Harris or Lady Sarah Pencil-Farthing-Vivian Streamroller-Adams-Pie-Biscuit-Aftershave-Gore-Stringbottom Smith (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSqkdcT25ss)
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I just realized...
I know two people with hyphenated names that are dating.
HOW WOULD YOU DECIDE WHO CAME FIRST!?
it would be like... a bunch of really Eastern European/Jewish names, all smushed together with one English name.
Or Hispanic names, where you get something such as Aznar y López. Or Francisco de Goya y Luciente (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francisco_Goya).
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no, I was using "like" in the horrible slang way that kids these days use it.
It would literally be a bunch of Jewish/Eastern European and English names all mushed together.
Like:
Bittner-Levitov-Rossmuller-Baxter (although not in that order. I have scrambled them so you can't stalk my cute friends.)
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Ha - my friend has a hyphenated last name of Jewish origins and I was telling him just yesterday (having not read this thread) that he should marry a girl with hyphenated last names of a drastically different ethnic origins, and then they could just jumble the order of all four together like Hellman-Wong-Speitzer-Chang or something.
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yeah. The best part is...
the names are not divided along any sort of lines, in real life. They each have one English name and one non-english name. have I mentioned that they are hell of cute, too?
So cute. So cute.
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yeah. The best part is...
the names are not divided along any sort of lines, in real life. They each have one English name and one non-english name. have I mentioned that they are hell of cute, too?
So cute. So cute.
Everyone is, these days.
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Hellman-Wong-Speitzer-Chang
Mmm yes... I'm getting advanced maths... I'm getting... a definitive paper on string theory...
I started thinking about mayonnaise and "Everybody Have Fun Tonight," myself.
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My fiancee is currently grappling with whether to change her name or not. I'm indifferent. She's a Braverman an I'm an Olson, and though Braverson would pretty much be an awesome last name, I'm really just not interested in changing my name (nor do I think she should have to change hers).
Anyway, the combined last name thing can lead to some ugliness (http://wonkette.com/politics/dept%27-of-irreconcilable-differences/french--mexican-socialists-all-getting-divorced-270211.php) sometimes.
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My fiancee is currently grappling with whether to change her name or not. I'm indifferent. She's a Braverman an I'm an Olson, and though Braverson would pretty much be an awesome last name, I'm really just not interested in changing my name (nor do I think she should have to change hers).
Anyway, the combined last name thing can lead to some ugliness (http://wonkette.com/politics/dept%27-of-irreconcilable-differences/french--mexican-socialists-all-getting-divorced-270211.php) sometimes.
My younger sister just got engaged, and I guess that she's gonna take his last name. He gets really, really worked up into a lather about Women Who Keep Their Names because he thinks it's bullshit. I cannot imagine that it would piss anyone off that much... but whatever, dude.
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I had wondered occasionally why I hadn't heard of anyone else named Villaraigosa. It seems like there are a finite number of spanish surnames (I've run across Villar many times, and there was a lady with the Raigosa surname who worked here at one time). Education.
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He gets really, really worked up into a lather about Women Who Keep Their Names because he thinks it's bullshit.
He knows that women can vote and own property, right?
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I've known a few guys who've taken a similar view - they saw it as just bucking tradition for the sake of it, a fuss over nothing and what-have-you. I've never for a second agreed with them, but none of them were exactly backward elsewhere - sometimes people are just unduly attached to some traditions and assume that because their implications wouldn't matter to them, it's unreasonable for them to matter to anybody else. So far as I can tell, this is not an idiosyncrasy that indicates raging sexism with any certainty, silly and unreasonable as it is on its own merits.
My personal preference is to end up with a family name one way or the other, though frankly I don't mind a jot whose. I do, however, have an irrational little prejudice of my very own about double-barrelled names.
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This is the interesting thing...
I think it is well-established that I'm a pretty progressive dude.
Help people when you can and always try to at least never hurt and other than that, go wild if you're consenting.
And when you've been dating a girl for over seven years and living together for over five, the conjectural discussion of a marriage comes up occasionally and... y'know... that's fine. I'm not opposed to marrying SOME day, just not until I have my life more sorted out and... she's even less into the idea than I am.
However, she says that if we got married, she'd want me to take a hyphenate of our names or just her name and... like...
No.
She wouldn't have to take my name, I'm completely indifferent on the idea but...
Fer God's sake, I'd keep my own name too.
I quite enjoy having the most common first name for males in the English language and then a middle and a last name that almost no one has ever heard of, let alone being able to spell or pronounce.
She possesses a maddeningly common surname and I'm like... no, sorry. No.
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...Does she know you can vote?
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I quite enjoy having the most common first name for males in the English language and then a middle and a last name that almost no one has ever heard of, let alone being able to spell or pronounce.
She possesses a maddeningly common surname and I'm like... no, sorry. No.
See, this is one of my arguments, too. My given name is fairly common (it was utterly ubiquitous among girls born in the same half-decade I was), but my middle and last name are pretty uncommon and weird. The Gentleman Caller has a fairly generic, common surname. I'm afraid that if I take his name, a critical mass of Genericness might build up, obliterating all specifity in its path.
(This is before we get into the fact that, if I marry Gentleman Caller and have a son, we each have separate embarrassing family-tradition middle names we could want that child to have.)
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However, she says that if we got married, she'd want me to take a hyphenate of our names or just her name and... like...
No.
I had the same talk once with the special ladyfriend. My initials are S. N. M. Gotta hang on to that.
On a related note, I proposed once to a girl my senior year of High School. She had the same first name and middle initial as I did. If she took my last name, then we would have functionally the same name, with the exception of my middle name being Neil, and her's being Nicole. I elucidated on the fact that we could use each others bank accounts. Hell, EVERY account would be a joint account. We could mess with people by using each other's IDs and then saying "Oh, I had a sex change operation, here's my ID from before!"
She said she wasn't ready to "settle down over a banking joke." Fair enough... it still would have been awesome.
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Women don't need to drive. There ain't no road between the bedroom and the kitchen!
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Women don't need to drive. There ain't no road between the bedroom and the kitchen!
But then how will we get to each other's houses for pillow fight orgies? Really jough, you're not thinking right!
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The Men can drive them. They'll have to be there anyway to operate the complicated video cameras so that the ladies don't have to worry their pretty little heads over it.