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Friday, February 9. 2007Grammar Help Desk
If you choose to hand-address Christmas cards (as they should be), but are too lazy to write "Mr. and Mrs. P. Chuffington Badlington-Smythe III" on your cards, but opt instead to write "The Badlington-Smythes" - how do you write it? With or without an apostrophe in "Smythes"? If an apostrophe, where? Or do you just dodge the entire grammatical issue by using the overly-casual "The Badlington-Smythe Family"? There is no implied possessive that I can find, so why any apostrophe? Unless it is short for "The Badlington-Smythe's House." But you don't send a card to a house.
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Good questions--and what about the grammar for all those other people, besides the Badlington-Smythes? Once you get it nailed down for them, you can hardly just call everyone with whom you correspond, "Badlington-Smythe". That is, without committing something of a faux-pas.
Right. What about the Parness family? The Parness's. The Parnesseses? The Parness's? The Parness' ? The Parnesss? Three "s"s?
I yam nude to yoor wheys..how do i do my name?
gracias Dear Mr. Jesus-Carmenda Antonio Mortuus Sus:
Your people have at least two surnames. One is inherited from the father, the other from the mother. Parents usually pass on to their children the name they inherited from their father, but this is not mandatory. Nowadays, especially in Brazil, people tend to pass on the surname they like best or the least common, no matter if it is the paternal or maternal one. In most Spanish-speaking countries, the father's surname is written before the mother's surname (although there are occasional exceptions to this rule). Thus, for instance, Vicente Fox Quesada is Señor Fox ("Mr. Fox" in English), not señor Quesada, and "Fox" is not his middle name. In Portuguese-speaking countries, the father's surname is in most cases placed after the mother's surname. In these countries, it is very frequent that children get two surnames from each of their parents, thus having usually the last surname of each of their grandparents. All the children in a family must have the same system of surnames: if the eldest has the mother's first surname before the father's, then the rest of the siblings must use the same order. ?Claro? The apostrophe is, in this, as in every other case, wrong, wrong, wrong. You are not sending a letter to the Badlington-Smythes "anything." They are plural people.
What the hell are you doing sending them a Christmas Card for anyway? They're jerks. Not jerk's. Jerks. Mr. Buddy,
I cundfused. If Mr Fox isn't a Quesadilla but a Fox, then why isn't he a zorro? and yes it two hab hurd the Badlington-Smythes are puta. gracias Mortuus Sus Attention slanderous Yankee rumrunners:
By sometime in the future, my attorney, Mr. Pluperfect Jones of Smedley, Alabama, will have been in contact, concerning the mmatter of this trivialization of yours truly and his most honerable name, baronial title, etcetera etcetera. How do I do my name?
Hi, guys n' gals. just a short note commiserating on difficult names.
Please do not send me any invitations to your Christmas party.
We are going to avoid the rush here in England and convert to Islam. We've negotitated with the local Imam and have adopted an aggressive approach to paying the Mosque instead of the overweening taxman. The Imam is also allowing us to keep out three country estates and both 12,000 sq foot London townhouses overlookinng the Thames-on-Biggerton. So we are in the middle of adopting our new Muslim names, studying the Qu'ran and sharia laws and being as bawdy as can be while the time ticks away. I just hope the figs and goatmeal breakfasts don't upset by colitis. Cheers and dhimmitude to you, S.Huntington-Bexley Boothe One bit of advice from the assembled.
How does Mohammad O-Tay X sound as a Muslim name? Pip Don't misunderstand us here in Londonstan. We still have our carols to sing:
We wish you a Bloody Jihad, We wish you a Bloody Jihad, We wish you a Bloody Jihad, And a New Ca-li-phate! Would you have believed That we'd go so far? My uncle Mohammed Just blew up a car! We wish you a Bloody Jihad, We wish you a Bloody Jihad, We wish you a Bloody Jihad, And a New Ca-li-phate! or Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin a suicide vest Iran has a new one they’d like us to test Death to all of the Jews! Death to Americans too. try this one Dashing through the sand In smelly donkey carts O’er the fields we’ll land In assorted body parts Bells on the donkeys ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to ride and sing Jihadi songs tonight. finally Hark! the veiled virgins sing, Too bad you can't see a thing Swath'd in burqas head to toe, Allah don't dig flesh you know! Better to pluck out your eyes, Than to gaze at flabby thighs Why? Don't ask and don't complain, Or we'll flog you once again, Hark! the veiled virgins sing, Glory to Islamic things! S.Huntington-Bexley Boothe, good thing you got rid of Napoleon when you did, as I fear the Duke of Wellington X might have had less success.
Just love seeing such tolerance and mutual understanding and sympathy. This world needs all we can get. God and Mohammed bless you all, I am quite sure.
British steel will return, at the last moment, as it did in 1940. I hope and pray.
Steel, indeed.
These young softies of today would run from a raghead with a spear in their hand, much less a strap-on bomb. I can teach these lads a thing or two, if they would take a break from their "studies," their pussies, and their lazy, decadent ways. Do they want Britain for free? I am 83 but I can run circles around them, and I will gladly lead them into battle, in London, in Iraq, in Birmingham, in Afghanistan, in the Khyber Pass - anywhere. With nothing but a sword and a revolver. Phone me - my kit is packed and I am ready to go. For the Queen and for the Crown. Bloody forgot my damned number. Still not used to these telephone contraptions. My cell is 202-464-2136. Sorry, old chaps.
Buddy & All
Check out the repartee withthe liberal Scots I had the other night http://news.scotsman.com/international.cfm?id=186532007#new There may come a time when Brits tire of yanking around. What will your "det cord" then do?
You forgot that Englishmen beat God himself in some manners and I hardly think a mere canine would trouble our trousers and macintoshes. Why, I bet he's the same temperment as a pensioner such as you. A bit 'o snarl but little different from the sizzle and spat of a cooking pudding. How do I know your dog wouldn't bunk off and burgle the retiree's tomato patch across the carriageway - especially if lead their by a clever trail of pastys? I have hope for you, Padawan American, though. Yes, just a bit of sellotape and a cotton bud and will have you sodded out of your hatred in no time. You'll swoon at Hugh Grant and have a insatiable taste for a shandy and butty. And I've no doubt you may be a bit fiddly and so fettle our conversion and so maybe well just pipe in some Victoria Silvstedt or Victoria Beckham into you goggle box until not even a grotty gamp can shield you from the refinement pissing down on your head. ize the wrst time findin me some proper platform shoes fr a memrble night on the town. No way a tater can rock like a hurricane without the enablin footwear. like war love is in that way. an army travels on its stomach but what a tater travels on is somethin mor mystrious
Maybe i meant 'steal' then. a young couple starting out in London could make it in the Iron & Steal Industry. She take in ironing, he go steal.
Habu:
I read that thread at Scotsman. There is a remarkable communication barrier, but not much different from a discussion with an American lefty. |