The best part of ‘me, an intellectual’ is that the grammatically correct pronoun would be ‘I’.
you: me, an intellectual
me, an intellectual: I, an intellectual
hi where the fuck do you think that fragment is getting nominative case. listen to me. subjects of transitive verbs in nom-acc languages get nominative case by agreeing with a tense node. are you listening. fragments are accusative in english because that’s the default case when there’s no case-assigning node. meet me in the pit behind the denny’s and i will explain this to you. bring a whiteboard
you: The best part of ‘me, an intellectual’ is that the grammatically correct pronoun would be ‘I’.
kirby, a linguist:
meet me in the pit behind the denny’s and i will explain this to you. bring a whiteboard
One of my favorite clients is an
advertising agency I do freelance work for.
Client: Our new client has a gruesome logo.
Could you try to come up with some other ideas? Just spitball ideas for an
hour. If the client likes any of them, we’ll spend more time on this.
Sometimes, an hour is all you need
because inspiration strikes. This was not one of those times. I had some decent
ideas, but they all needed polish.
Client: Sorry, these won’t work. Thanks for
your time.
The agency paid me for my time and we
didn’t move forward my sketches – or so I thought.
A month later:
Client: We need additional material for this
client.
Me: Sure thing. Could you provide me with the client’s
colors and logo?
Client: Don’t you already have all that? Didn’t
you design their logo?
Me: What?
I visited their website. The client
had gone with one of the sketches. One of the rough sketches. With outlines and
no color other than grey. I started to panic. I filled in my contact at the
agency and we proceeded to question wildly how this happened.
Me: Oh god. Oh my god. Did they… they didn’t use it on their
billboard, did they?
Frosty found himself in a daze with the
oddest of sensations. His hooves felt nothing, trotting without any
ground beneath them. The airy sensation was only mimic from the fragrant
gas filling the tight mask fasten on him. The gas filled his mind with
airy vacant thoughts. Any thought that Frosty attempted to focus on, the
ideas of ‘where he was’ and ‘what’s going on’ would just breeze away
with every breath of the gas. The only thought in his mind was to gallop
and listen to the inflated suit squeak and creak with his movement. As
he tries to focus, Frosty felt the suit swelling around him, the double
layer suit pressing tight against his skin, the thick vinyl squeezing
him tightly as his outer form bloats out with the helium filling the
outfit. He started to realized that he was floating in the air, tethered
tautly to the floor of a storeroom. The last he felt was the buzzing
sensation within his ass, an inflated plug vibrating busily inside him.
As he began piecing together his situation together, Frost heard a door
open and a colt enter the room. “Hhmmm, somepony seems to be waking. Let
me help.” The colt cranks open the value for the intoxicating gas,
releasing more into Frosty’s mask. With the next breath, all focus
Frosty had blew away in his mind. He begins to gallop again mindlessly
in the air, the buzzing plug tickling an his mind filled with only
blissful trotting in the air.
