May 25, 2010



I should think a poor vocabulary would be the least of your hassles while trying to fly somewhere these days.


but we forgive richard branson everything because hes so nice isnt he.

John Shannon

But what about an "unscheduled water landing?"


how about a licensed to kill doily to lighten the mood?



Travel, obliquely addressed but I'm mad, like a lot of people who live down here. 1,200 soldiers, it was announced this morning, are being sent by our President to man the border when those 1,200 should be sent to the Louisiana coast to string inflatable hoses in this "last and final" call for our wildlife, ways of human life.


Hey WWarren, lighten up on Tim, who made a point. Mark, if you read from the top, is the one who said he as cranky. And we take him seriously.


Where's my comment?



I'm as easily made cranky by air travel these days as anyone, but this phrase isn't one of my triggers. I've always thought of it as an acceptable means of emphasis, and it reminds me of the many legal terms that seem to stem from the language mixing after the Norman conquest--goods and chattels, cease and desist, aid and abet, etc.


Seriously, my comment disappeared? Are there gremlins haunting TEV?


Tori Hartman

But isn't the English language a dying art? You made me laugh, cranky one.


The reason for using both "final" and "last" in the announcement is to give half-asleep passengers two chances to hear the target message-- get to the freakin gate now.

It's advertising agency strategy. Bombarb, bombard, bombard. It's not grammar strategy.

Now go and apologize to Richard.


Dear Mark

I hate to be annoying, but someone's deleting my comments, and that doesn't seem to be in the spirit of things. I don't think that my initial comment was out of order, or in any way different from Lynne's, really. Are you not going to allow polite disagreement around here?

Any thoughts? Email me if you like.


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