Sue/Sunayana over at her fantastic blog (which I’ve only discovered today and have been up all night reading) is hosting a red marker blogathon. Here is where she explains what to do.
What fun! Someone actually asking me to bitch out loud about some of my pet grammatical peeves! Without further ado, here they are.
“Infact”, instead of “in fact”.
As in “Infact I will proceed to combine two perfectly good words into one.”
“I think so, that” instead of “I think”.
“I think so, that my grammar is perfect.” (Do you now?)
“Revert back”, instead of “revert”.
“I will revert back to you.” (If you need to revert back, then what is plain reverting all about? Is ‘revert back’ the extra premium service?)
I would have added ‘tensed’ except I think Uttara has this covered.
Disclaimer: I do reserve the right to come back and add new ones as and when they pop out of the mental woodwork. And believe you me, there are plenty wriggling in there.
Indignant update: And what about “chat up” instead of plain homely old “chat”? It’s a conversation, not a come-on!
Apparently- despite all evidence to the contrary!- we humans are a moderately clean lot. Soap has clearly been around the world for a long time.
sæbe in Danish; saippua in Finnish; seife in German; zeep in Dutch;
såpe in Norwegian; sabão in Portuguese; sapo in Latin; savon in French;
sapone in Italian; săpun in Romanian; sabuni in Swahili; saabbuun in Somali;
saabun in Hindi; sabun in Indonesian; jabón in Spanish; shaban in Bengali;
shabon in Japanese; and szappan in Hungarian.
Some of the spellings appear different but a lot of the words sound the same when spoken.
So how did this happen? Did one group of Soap Proselytisers (the “Soap Scum”) wander the earth, their sole mission being to spread the Word of the Soap to the Great Unwashed? Did soap travel as a precious commodity from continent to continent (“Here is my tribute to you Sire, from my three year voyage, five bars of soap for which we fought the savages!”) Or was soap left by the aliens when they were spying on Earth? That bar of soap in your bathroom, that’s actually an alien data collector, and when the time comes for the alien invasion, your DNA on that soap will be used to hatch mini-yous!
Got to stop the Matrix-madness now and go help the alien cause by washing my hands.
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