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Post by Foxy on Dec 17, 2018 8:28:28 GMT -5
I was taking a word quiz this morning on words which have common roots, and I learned carnivore and carnival come from the same place:
"Latin “caro, carn-,” meaning flesh, is the obvious source for carnivore, but carnival? It first applied to the period of feasting before giving up meat for Lent. Related words include carrion, carnal, incarnation, carnage, charnal, and the flesh-colored carnation."
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Post by Hermes on Dec 17, 2018 8:33:55 GMT -5
It's an odd feature of language that 'carnation' went form a colour to a flower, while 'pink' went from a flower to a colour.
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Post by Uncle Algernon on Jan 5, 2019 17:53:43 GMT -5
I was recently told by my parents of the history of my father's cousin's husband (a vaguely convoluted relationship which already feels ASOUEsque; I shall henceforth call him Great-Uncle Auguste, not because he was my great-uncle or named Augustus, but rather because I can), and my immediate first thought was that this man feels like an incidental ASoUE character.
Great-Uncle Augustus was an obsessive collector, whose office was decorated with the six-foot-tall pile of every piece of golden carboard he had ever received while buying a pizza (do these… things… have a name?). Aside from nameless pieces of golden cardboard, this manifested as his keeping every newspaper he'd ever bought, and he bought a lot of newspapers, too. Being a secondary-school headmaster, Auguste both had too low a salary to buy a big enough house to keep his collection, and near-complete control over a large, largely-empty building (the school). So he commandeered a classroom throughout his tenure and used it to house his ever-increasing collection of pristine newspapers.
Then the school burned down in a suspicious fire, the very same season that every other school built by a particular architect also burned down.
(I am given to understand that the reason for this was a crucial flaw in the design of those schools, the work of an incompetent hack getting by more on networking than talent. But come on. That aside, is this not the most Snickety thing ever?)
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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Jan 6, 2019 12:51:40 GMT -5
The airborne component of the mycelium wasn’t handled very well. It didn’t really come up until The End. Also, besides making the person look generally ill, there wasn’t really a visual indication that someone had been infected with the mycelium - it would’ve been a nice visual translation if the fungus had actually grown on the person’s face. This just made me think about an episode from the anthology film "Creepshow" (1982), which I watched recently, with Stephen King as a farmer who starts to become infected by an extraterrestrial fungus, along with his whole farm:
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Post by Antenora on Jan 15, 2019 11:32:16 GMT -5
I was reading about data visualization when I found this: Note the initials of the book!
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Post by Violent BUN Fortuna on Jan 15, 2019 13:25:14 GMT -5
I was reading about data visualization when I found this: Note the initials of the book! That HAS to be a VFD code. They're using 'various parts of a cartoon fish' for goodness' sake.
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Post by Violent BUN Fortuna on Feb 5, 2019 9:16:38 GMT -5
It’s not exactly that odd but last night I was watching the news and one of the reporters was talking about some split in, I don’t know, a political party or something, and the other one must have thought he was being a bit over dramatic because he said that it wasn’t exactly ‘a schism’. And so of course I immediately thought of ASOUE, and that made me think about how some words will forever have these sort of secret connotations in my mind to things not everyone would think of, and I really like that. It’s like whenever I see a certain sort of pine tree, I always think ‘that’s a Winnie-the-Pooh tree’.
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Post by A comet crashing into Earth on Feb 5, 2019 11:37:59 GMT -5
It’s not exactly that odd but last night I was watching the news and one of the reporters was talking about some split in, I don’t know, a political party or something, and the other one must have thought he was being a bit over dramatic because he said that it wasn’t exactly ‘a schism’. And so of course I immediately thought of ASOUE, and that made me think about how some words will forever have these sort of secret connotations in my mind to things not everyone would think of, and I really like that. It’s like whenever I see a certain sort of pine tree, I always think ‘that’s a Winnie-the-Pooh tree’. I feel this way about so many words and phrases, not least 'schism'.
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Post by Violent BUN Fortuna on Feb 5, 2019 12:39:11 GMT -5
Yes; I was going to write a list of my 'ASOUE Words', but before I even began I realised it would soon become a very, very long post. Perhaps that should be a thread all of its own.
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Post by Reba on Feb 21, 2019 18:32:24 GMT -5
this is a proxy coincidence from my mom, who is in library school. DH/LS is mentioned in her cataloging textbook. and it's also another combo- stephen king coincidence like terry's above, although they spelled his name wrong....
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Post by Foxy on Mar 19, 2019 7:15:12 GMT -5
I had a nightmare last night where Count Olaf was actually a count, and he lived in a castle, and he had ten people kidnapped. He killed two of them, and then he had to leave the room, and one of the eight of us remaining knew about a trap door under the carpet. He lifted the carpet, and we went down the secret passage staircase, which led to a waterfall. The eight of us jumped down the waterfall and landed in a large lake of water down below. There were row boats, and we got in the rowboats and rowed away quickly. I think at this point, Count Olaf was after us. Then we got to the end of the lake, and when we got out, there were bicycles. We biked to a nearby village where a couple of my friends lived, and they started to bike with us. Then we were biking up steep terrain, and we thought we lost some of the people, but they caught up to us. We finally made it to another castle, and those people had read The Daily Punctilio, but they did not believe the stories inside, so they let us come into the castle walls. When Count Olaf and his men showed up, they killed him with a canon ball.
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Post by Uncle Algernon on Mar 19, 2019 7:26:11 GMT -5
they killed him with a canon ball. Hm… only one I can think of is the Duchess's masked one. So, basically, he went the same way as Beatrice.
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Post by Dante on Mar 19, 2019 12:07:31 GMT -5
I had a nightmare last night where Count Olaf was actually a count, and he lived in a castle, and he had ten people kidnapped. He killed two of them, and then he had to leave the room, and one of the eight of us remaining knew about a trap door under the carpet. He lifted the carpet, and we went down the secret passage staircase, which led to a waterfall. The eight of us jumped down the waterfall and landed in a large lake of water down below. There were row boats, and we got in the rowboats and rowed away quickly. I think at this point, Count Olaf was after us. Then we got to the end of the lake, and when we got out, there were bicycles. We biked to a nearby village where a couple of my friends lived, and they started to bike with us. Then we were biking up steep terrain, and we thought we lost some of the people, but they caught up to us. We finally made it to another castle, and those people had read The Daily Punctilio, but they did not believe the stories inside, so they let us come into the castle walls. When Count Olaf and his men showed up, they killed him with a canon ball. Sounds like a decent fanfic, honestly.
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Post by Violent BUN Fortuna on Mar 20, 2019 11:04:59 GMT -5
On the subject of ASOUE related dreams: I had a dream last week in which I was in Count Olaf's house with the Baudelaires and we were hiding from Count Olaf behind some curtains while eating these cheese puff things. Then we had to save some horses Olaf had tethered up outside. Also Violet's appearance kept morphing really weirdly whenever she turned her head, which was disconcerting even within the dream.
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Post by Violent BUN Fortuna on Mar 22, 2019 6:35:53 GMT -5
I was in a bookshop yesterday and overheard a woman reading out loud to a child. I don’t know what the book was, but it included the line ‘whoever heard of a boat made of books?’
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