I can't even say it.
Try it.
Say "twenty five breakfasts".
Are you catching yourself saying "breakfastes"?
How can you vocally indicate the word "breakfast" is plural?
This is the problem that Acep was haunted by, and he could not stop worrying about it.
Also:
"Can one person rationally, or realistically, eat 25 breakfasts before lunchtime?"
"What time would that person have to wake up to accomplish this feat? What types of breakfasts foods would be involved, in what order?"
:*)
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just don't say it. say "one breakfast after another" i mean, how many occassions can there possibly be to use the word breakfast in its plural form?
You are very wise, Ms. Carrie.
But the character in this story is grappling with two sublime questions:
"Can one person rationally or realistically eat 25 breakfasts before lunchtime?"
"What time would that person have to wake up to accomplish this feat? What types of breakfasts foods would be involved, in what order?"
one grape every five minutes? or something.
You silly one today: who in their right mind would consider a single grape to be a "breakfast"?
They don't sell grapes, singly or in groups, on the Saturday morning cartoon commercials as "breakfast food", thus they are not.
You must be more bored than anyone on the frowning face of the earth to come to this ugly little stupid blog.
:^)
i like this blog.
and anything to avoid doing homework!
Ah. So. My dirty little secret blog travesty has been relegated to the role of "diversion from homework".
NOT "homework".
Rather: your relaxed and radiant journeys in home-based learning.
Please note that it occurs in the comfort and delight, and access to snacks and luxury of self-selected background music, of your cozy bungalow.
I'm listening to DR. ONIONSKIN "Bully: jungle acid jazz", DELIRIOUS? "Glo" bought recordings...
...and free legal net label CANADIAN ELECTROACOUSTIC COMMUNITY: "Cache 2000", "Cache 2002", "Cache 2004", "Discontact III", OLIVIA TREMOR CONTROL, COASTAL, DEAD MEADOW, THE FIERY FURNACES, STEPHEN MALKMUS, PAVEMENT, BRIGHT EYES, COUNT TO INFINITY, EL STEW, RENAME, PEE-BUG, SWEEP.
Close at hand, on a huge utility table on my right, lie a stack of books, an awkward shifting tower:
FREUD: New Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis.
The Confessions of St. Augustine.
The Norton Anthology of English Literature: The Major Authors (Beowolf to Dylan Thomas).
Up to 1953, the best year in the universe. That's when everything happened and here we are in the 21st century and it's all still happening just like it always is.
i am very negative. it's true. i "should" focus on more positive things. i try, but my tendency is to be negative and critical and dissatisfied instead of interested and proactive with life. i rarely listen to music. i do, however, often have music in my head and i sing a lot... even if it may annoy others. today, i listened to madonna's new cd and it is a little too "dance-music disco" for my taste. but the songs really get stuck in my head. i like the one song called 'isaac'.
seriously, though, i'm so repressed.
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