Shoot! I would've had that 1 next.
Can we talk?
Can we talk?
This dude "Fuck" must be pretty important.. i.e. "For Fuck's sake"
Shoot! I would've had that 1 next.
Can we talk?
It was indeed a running commentary, albeit in pedestrian mode.Talk is cheap. Was it running thru your mind? Was it fuckin awesome?
Thats another "minced oath." It was originally "God knows." These days, the mincing backfires. The blasphemy of invoking God's name in an oath is no longer offensive to about 95% of the world's anglophone population, whereas I'd guess that at least half of them would be offended to hear "fuck" in polite conversation.Fuck knows: who the hell is "Fuck" anyway?
The saying was originally simply "Up the creek." I recall the sense of it being that you're no longer in a position to contribute to the solution of a problem. Up the creek means that you're nonetheless not completely lost, as you'll eventually return with the current, as you say. "Down the creek" would be much worse, and I've never heard that used as an expression.What does it mean to be up shit creek without a paddle, when you'd only be floating downstream with the current in any event and still in the shit. . .
To which the proper riposte is, of course, "Damn, I've got one asshole in there already."He's just trying to get in your pants.
* * * * MODERATOR'S NOTE * * * *You got me? You can't IMAGINE what I've been thru! It just wasn't meant to be. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. That's what you think! "Who is it?" "It's me."
It's "fear" as in, "Oh Crap, is it my turn to deal with these guys tonight?" Not, "I'm scared I'll get hurt." It's from Alexander Pope's poem "An Essay on Criticism." About the sixty-eighth stanza (I lost count):WHERE would angels fear to tread???
Such shameless Bards we have; and yet 'tis true,
There are as mad, abandon'd Criticks too.
The Bookful Blockhead, ignorantly read,
With Loads of Learned Lumber in his Head,
With his own Tongue still edifies his Ears,
And always List'ning to Himself appears.
All Books he reads, and all he reads assails,
From Dryden's Fables down to Durfey's Tales.
With him, most Authors steal their Works, or buy;
Garth did not write his own Dispensary.
Name a new Play, and he's the Poet's Friend,
Nay show'd his Faults--but when wou'd Poets mend?
No Place so Sacred from such Fops is barr'd,
Nor is Paul's Church more safe than Paul's Church-yard:
Nay, fly to Altars; there they'll talk you dead;
For Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread.
Distrustful Sense with modest Caution speaks;
It still looks home, and short Excursions makes;
But ratling Nonsense in full Vollies breaks;
And never shock'd, and never turn'd aside,
Bursts out, resistless, with a thundering Tyde!
I know it's razed to the ground. That's why it pisses me off to read "raised".
Another one is "head over heels".
I always say "arse over tit".
Another one is "head over heels".
The full expression is to "fall head over heels in love." In other words, to tumble.That one I don't understand either...my head is already over my heels...now heels over head I could understand. I had a girlfriend that could do that.
Back when I was a kid, "let" and "leave" were getting pretty muddled. People used to say, "Let him alone." I don't hear that one too much any more; perhaps the outrage of our teachers was successful."Leave him be", meaning "leave him alone." Where did that come from? Or does it somehow make sense?