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Some people will believe anything.



By the way (special for Ubie):



A Reuters story ranks Sting as rock's weakest lyricist. That is a high accolade, indeed. I blame Sting for one of my linguistic faults. I am uncapable of pronouncing Vladimir Nobokov's name correctly. From "Don't Stand to Close to Me", I learned to pronounce Nobokov's name "Nah-buh-kov", with an emphasis on the first syllable. It should be "Nuh-bock-off", which the accent on the second. Do you know how hard it is to get through a single everyday conversation with the looming presence of the threat of a mispronunuciation of the name of a salacious Russian novelist? It's a wonder I can speak at all, so paralyzed am I by the fear.

(By the way, it's "Ine" Rand, not "Anne". I had that one wrong, too.)

I can tune out most mispronunications. In Chicago, you have to. The only one that really sticks in my craw is "integral" pronounced with the accent on the second syllable. Other than that, my craw is Teflon-coated.

What ties your tongue?

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9:45 PM

Squee!!

Nick does rule!    



10:03 PM

Nick rules with an iron fist.    



10:09 PM

Powerman rules with Iron Fist.    



8:48 AM

Nick is Powerman?    



9:30 AM

Yes. I'm secretly a black man named Luke Cage.

Damn, now it's not a secret.

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Also, that guy is the only one who paid his dues to the Nick Fan Club as evidenced by his striking t-shirt.    



1:14 PM

Is that Nick's life partner?    



1:33 PM

Clearly the greater Chicago Land area loves Nick.    



3:10 PM

1) Powerman = hawt.
2) Sting = douche.
3) Me = elitist asshole. I find most mispronunciations completely irritating. Regional pronunciations, however, I generally find charming, like how you folks in the Great Lakes region pronounce roof "ruff."
4) My craw = extremely sensitive. All manner of things get stuck in there.
5) As for what ties my tongue, I think that may be best left to the imagination.    



4:38 PM

nick rules!

i would have posed with the man for the picture.    



7:25 PM

I know a server at a local restaurant who was waiting on some hilljill and got her salad dressing order wrong. The customer wanted "French" dressing, but she pronounced it "Franch"; so my friend brought her ranch dressing.

Living in the South is entertaining.    



9:33 PM

btw - there are all kinds of ass, and Nick is kicking each one.    



9:51 AM

You know what else kicks ass?

My homemade spaghetti sauce.    



6:20 PM

It was alright.    



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