Things you were shockingly old when you learned

OED's citations are exquisite

1513 G. Douglas in tr. Virgil Æneid vi. Prol. 19 Out on thir wanderand spiritis, wow! thow cryis.
a1586 Peblis to Play in W. A. Craigie Maitland Folio MS (1919) I. 178 Ane winklot fell and hir taill vp wow quod malkin hyd ȝow.
1721 A. Ramsay Prospect of Plenty 74 Wow! that's braw news.
1793 R. Burns Poems (ed. 2) II. 220 And wow! he has an unco slight O' cauk and keel.
1815 Scott Guy Mannering I. xi. 173 Wow, woman, the Bertrams of Ellangowan are the auld Dingawaies lang syne.
a1840 J. Baillie Fy, let us a' in Poems 16 But wow! he looks dowie and cow'd.
1892 J. Lumsden Sheep-head & Trotters 36 As below the brig we turn—Oh, Wow! the deavin' din there!

Woah

Oh, Wow! the deavin' din there!

https://s3.amazonaws.com/popturf/original_1345832123walking_here2.jpg

LOL

fuck me, had no idea wow was a scotticism

whence came 'big wowsers'?

Rabbie Burns iirc

Or perhaps Rabbie Nesbit, always confuse the two

From 1356 and even previous practice, holy roman emperors elected by participating/assigned states.

i cant believe how little i learned or remember of the 30 years war. gotta think part of this is cause im yank tho

“Paris is Burning” was perhaps a play on words- there was a 60’s WWII documentary film named “Is Paris Burning?”

Chrysalis Records was named after founders Chris Wright and Terry Ellis. Chris-Ellis.

I am starting to grasp from fb that elf on a shelf is not just a kind of ornament.

No, it's more akin to a virulent plague that a terrorist unleashed upon a planet out of sheer spite for its inhabitants and which those infected have chosen to embrace with a smile because, hey, they're already dead anyway.

(My less hyperbolic take is that it's a new Christmas Tradition®. Like if you had to pay a licensing fee every time you referenced Santa.)

I don't generally tend to believe in conspiracy theories but I can only imagine that the elf on the shelf thing is intentionally designed to normalize the surveillance state in which the kids of today will live as adults

they should build nanny cams into them - two birds, one stone. or something.

If you really want to open all three eyes and glimpse evil, there's this thread: Bah Humbug - The Elf on the Shelf

It took effing Masterchef to make me realise last week we name all pasta (one pasto?) by the plural.

One strand of spaghetti is called a spaghetto.

Just like a gnocco, a macarono, a farfallo, a fusillo, a linguino, a fucking raviolo.

I had no idea.

nb the singular of farfalle is farfalla

What is the singular of 'spaghetti-o'

lol
stuck one feather in his hat and called it macarono

Yes! :D I had no idea. Prob because I don't usually dine at Michelin-star restaurants, but they were cooking up a starter called a "raviolo". It was, indeed, one raviolo.

i also had no idea

Am hoping the raviolo was at least twice the normal size

Speaking of Michelin ratings, I was shockingly old when I was disabused of the notion that Michelin in this context must assuredly refer some refined gentleman gourmand whose familiar surname is simply a coincidence but no it actually does refer to the company whose mascot is a cartoon dude made out of tires.

Raviolo have been messing me up my entire life. I never knew this.

And don't get me started on panini...

paninis

I always thought raviolo was some hybrid of diavolo meaning the raviolo was bigger and filled with yolk because of some italian superstition that I made up in my head.

Am hoping the raviolo was at least twice the normal size

― koogs, Tuesday, December 18, 2018 8:27 PM (fifty-four minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

It wasn't ;_;

> mascot is a cartoon dude made out of tires.

cartoon dude has a name (and a restaurant named after him) :

https://www.greatbritishchefs.com/restaurants/bibendum

I tell people about this restaurant with the michelin man stained glass and no one ever believes me.

These days, my default assumption is that if it's almost parodically absurd it's probably also true.

I passed on it my way to work every day for 4 months. The first however many times it came up in conversation, I always doubted myself that it was a dream I had.

https://static.businessinsider.com/image/52a8abf36da8116a1f21f3d5-750.jpg

I tell people about this restaurant with the michelin man stained glass and no one ever believes me.

why would somebody that's MADE OUT OF TIRES ride a bike

That entire building is a delight.

it's by the museums iirc, south ken tube station. have never been inside.

Yeah S Kensington tube stop, walking towards Draycott.

i have just realised that the michelin man is not the same as the stay puft marshmallow man

now i mean of course i *knew* this. im sayin i have only just realised it.

Add in the Pillsbury Doughboy for a complete xxx puffshow.

i think i was late enough in life before exposure there that ive never had the same deep set issues

why would somebody that's MADE OUT OF TIRES ride a bike

he's having an identity crisis

Saves wear and tear on the body.

Maybe he's found his groove.

Useful if you fall off tbf.

Just died @ the visual image of the Michelin Man falling off his bicycle while riding up a steep hill and bouncing all the way down.

You may laugh but it makes sense.

Now I'm laughing even harder imagining after every impact with the road that the Michelin Man mutters sagely to himself, 'this makes sense, it just makes sense'.

That Judith Kerr's late husband was Nigel Kneale, therefore the dad in the Mog books is the creator of Quatermass and The Pit and The Stone Tape, therefore hidden somewhere beneath the charming depiction of 1970s suburban life is a race memory of being enslaved by Martians.