<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272</id><updated>2011-10-25T10:56:58.238-07:00</updated><category term='better than the correct word or phrase'/><title type='text'>Malapropisms</title><subtitle type='html'>the unintentional misuse of a word by confusion with one that sounds similar

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things that people get wrong forever</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-4819069161240109540</id><published>2011-03-22T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:49:51.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasper</title><content type='html'>Apparently Jasper Johns likes &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/frieze_magazine/status/50301310444118016"&gt;order with his chaos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-4819069161240109540?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/4819069161240109540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=4819069161240109540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/4819069161240109540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/4819069161240109540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2011/03/jasper.html' title='Jasper'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-2624063082149341477</id><published>2011-03-15T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:44:29.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom tom</title><content type='html'>Tom Waits talks about how &lt;a href="http://cheeptalk.wordpress.com/2011/03/13/hear-different/"&gt;mishearing things is inspiring&lt;/a&gt;. Embrace the chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-2624063082149341477?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/2624063082149341477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=2624063082149341477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/2624063082149341477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/2624063082149341477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2011/03/tom-tom.html' title='Tom tom'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-52806444595866500</id><published>2011-01-31T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:09:37.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication breakdown</title><content type='html'>What I like most about malapropisms is their absurd humor, the way confusion about language leads to an often comical misunderstanding of how things are. Finding them twists your brain a little in the same way that we like to draw tenuous connections, make everything into a metaphor, or perceive things that aren't really happening (see the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypd5txtGdGw&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;McGurk Effect&lt;/a&gt;). It's a reminder of how silly it is to try to make sense of the world at all—no matter how hard we try, it just keeps on tripping us up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to think that with all the increased communication and the typos, shorthand, misunderstandings, etc. we will actually be happier, with more reasons to giggle at a stupid mistake...that is unless it isn't actually the sneaky way that singularity is happening by destroying social connections. In the spirit of the former option, for 2011 and the three people who read this, I'm going to also start including a catalog of the more brilliant miscommunications I come across, starting with a bit of typo poetry from a work-related email:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Let us know if you née anything else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, maybe it's only funny to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is a few lines from a &lt;a href="http://www.nuforc.org/webreports/079/S79834.html"&gt;recent alien sightin&lt;/a&gt;g over Brooklyn (thanks &lt;a href="http://www.jackcomeback.com/"&gt;Stefano&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"randomly looking outside of my window and noticing something strange&lt;br /&gt;red yellowish objects in the sky dancing back n forth performing maneuvers no earthly object could perform the "fireballs" seemed dynamic and aware of what they were doing" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-52806444595866500?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/52806444595866500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=52806444595866500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/52806444595866500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/52806444595866500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2011/01/communication-breakdown.html' title='Communication breakdown'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-8962665936324329422</id><published>2010-10-02T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:30:55.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello nurse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A conversation yesterday about using vintage pick-up lines like "Hubba hubba" and "Hello Nurse," made Leti's post titled "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://subtletyinexcess.tumblr.com/post/1223000501/helloooooooo-nurse-add-to-instant-white"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HELLOOOOOOOO NURSE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;catch my eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(The post is about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the film "White Squall." Haha. Leti, you should see The Town if you're looking for serious eye candy.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Soo, intrigued by this little Celestine Prophecy-worthy coincidence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hello_Nurse_(vaudeville)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I checked it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and learned that the vaudeville-era phrase is the origin of today's wolf whistle. Real creative guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-8962665936324329422?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/8962665936324329422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=8962665936324329422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/8962665936324329422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/8962665936324329422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-nurse.html' title='Hello nurse!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-4724071492950751029</id><published>2010-05-31T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:01:13.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Varicose</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://AED6469B-2DB6-4AF7-B205-18C3DC1C0A4C/image.tiff" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-4724071492950751029?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/4724071492950751029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=4724071492950751029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/4724071492950751029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/4724071492950751029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2010/05/varicose.html' title='Varicose'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-5410985540464907368</id><published>2010-02-19T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:51:58.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ion Like a Lion in Zion</title><content type='html'>Listening to Desmond Dekker this morning, I was telling Josh how I thought the lyrics were "tamaloo tamashoo tamaway" when he actually says, "them a loot, them a shoot, them a wail." Josh shared his own reggae confusion with "Iron Lion Zion." I like it when the misunderstanding is better than the original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-5410985540464907368?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/5410985540464907368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=5410985540464907368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/5410985540464907368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/5410985540464907368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2010/02/ion-like-lion-in-zion.html' title='Ion Like a Lion in Zion'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-2905215964831114749</id><published>2010-02-15T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:17:41.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Presents Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-2905215964831114749?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/2905215964831114749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=2905215964831114749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/2905215964831114749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/2905215964831114749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-presents-day.html' title='Happy Presents Day!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-1618250720342203703</id><published>2009-05-26T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:22:30.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarters</title><content type='html'>Seth writes, "for the longest time, like up until a couple years ago, I thought a quarter till 8 or whatever when someone is talking about time meant 25 minutes till 8 cause a quarter is worth 25 cents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, a quarter is 25 cents. I guess Seth was always 10 minutes late or early. Fractions are the darndest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-1618250720342203703?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/1618250720342203703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=1618250720342203703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/1618250720342203703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/1618250720342203703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2009/05/quarters.html' title='Quarters'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-5679421428932912391</id><published>2009-01-07T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:36:04.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masa Megos</title><content type='html'>Doug just thought I said "Masa Megos" when I asked if his post was "mas o menos" finished. META BLOGGING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds of how when my grandmother started to lose her hearing, she would repeat back what she thought people were saying. Which was actually an effective way to figure out what parts she'd heard wrong. And funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-5679421428932912391?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/5679421428932912391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=5679421428932912391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/5679421428932912391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/5679421428932912391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2009/01/masa-megos.html' title='Masa Megos'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-8498501126914872862</id><published>2008-12-13T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:27:24.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bald Faced Lie</title><content type='html'>Today, while researching the phrase "bold faced" to see if I could use it to mean "extremely candid," I found that there are actually three similar phrases that all mean the same thing (brazen, shameless, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, two of them, "bald faced" and "bare faced," refer to being uncovered or unconcealed whereas "bold face" indicates someone daring enough to lie to someone's face or is a description of attention-grabbing typesetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, the &lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Is_the_correct_term_%27bold_face_lie%27_or_%27bald_faced_lie%27_or_another_variation"&gt;WikiAnswers article&lt;/a&gt; claims that bald or bare faced is the most appropriate and, of the two, bare is preferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with bald faced because that was the first one that came to mind when I was writing and it accurately describes the clever thinking behind &lt;a href="http://prospectneworleans.org/"&gt;New Orleans' Prospect.1 Biennial&lt;/a&gt; as a giant ad promoting tourism to the city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-8498501126914872862?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/8498501126914872862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=8498501126914872862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/8498501126914872862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/8498501126914872862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2008/12/bald-faced-lie.html' title='Bald Faced Lie'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-4977235968937725146</id><published>2008-12-10T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:06:35.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For All Intensive Purposes</title><content type='html'>Only sometime last year (and I think I'm not alone here) did I realize that the phrase isn't about some super intense purposes but rather about "intents and purposes." Probably some legalese so that you know it covers both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually something satisfying about that way of talking, being extremely thorough and long-winded. It's pretty much the opposite of how we communicate these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already happened to me where someone uses a crazy version of an acronym and I have no idea what they're talking about. Most recently it was Leti using "LULZIE" in place of "LOL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line between using that type of language ironically to make fun of it and naturally as part of everyday speech has all but disappeared. Which just means that life is more annoying and I am more of a curmudgeon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-4977235968937725146?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/4977235968937725146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=4977235968937725146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/4977235968937725146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/4977235968937725146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-all-intensive-purposes.html' title='For All Intensive Purposes'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-713424441816512118</id><published>2008-12-09T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:01.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minus Swell</title><content type='html'>This blog (along with many painfully hilarious stories) really owes its origins to a certain ex-bf who thought that the phrase "might as well" was "minus swell." I somehow extrapolated a surfing reference from it, but really it is a pretty unpoetic phrase made nonsensical by the misinterpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do weird phrases like "might as well" happen? English is full of these little sayings that are untranslatable, relying on nothing words to say something in one of those tenses that you only use when you mean, "kinda maybe sorta." It's amazing that we can communicate at all, hence my growing belief in nonverbal communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The less said, the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-713424441816512118?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/713424441816512118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=713424441816512118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/713424441816512118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/713424441816512118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2008/12/minus-swell.html' title='Minus Swell'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360246471785957272.post-5742817689403842679</id><published>2008-12-09T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:04.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than the correct word or phrase'/><title type='text'>Grin and Bare It</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is the first post, inspired by Doug IM-ing me, "I think I found another thing that I've gotten wrong forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It nicely illustrates what we can call, "Malapropisms that are maybe even better than the correct word or phrase."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="ds-single"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To accept an unpleasant or difficult situation because there is nothing you can do to improve it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="illustration"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to spend the whole weekend working but I guess I'll just have to grin and bear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="illustration"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the idea of getting naked makes whatever unpleasantness you're talking about that much more uncomfortable. Unless you're a nudist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8360246471785957272-5742817689403842679?l=malapropers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/feeds/5742817689403842679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8360246471785957272&amp;postID=5742817689403842679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/5742817689403842679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8360246471785957272/posts/default/5742817689403842679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malapropers.blogspot.com/2008/12/grin-and-bare-it.html' title='Grin and Bare It'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08085516529306698096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
