Wed 1 Feb 2006
First, a comment on the title of some email spam I got yesterday, telling me I could generate “more sperm than there is water in the ocean.” I have never generated a sperm in my life; to go from zero to an ocean’s worth? Remarkable! But what I noticed about this sweet little hyperbole was the noun problem. Sperm is countable; water is not countable, making the comparison moot. Actually, now I’m confusing myself. Because you can’t put an “s” on the end of “sperm” (believe me, I tried!) indicating that it is non-count. And yet you could certainly count them if you had a big enough magnifying glass. What’s wrong with this language! I feel sad that English is taking over the world. I can’t imagine having to learn it from scratch.
Speaking of which, time for a weigh-in from my favorite Netflix reviewer. He is going to tell us about Million Dollar Baby, gender roles, and eating your own food. He gave the movie two stars.
This movie of the boxing woman makes me to feel for the confusion. Is not the boxing for the man? Why would the pretty woman desire to punches and haver her attractiveness to put in danger with nose breaking? Also, it make me to wonder regarding her eating of food remaining on plate of diners who consume food in her restaurant. If she is the business owner, why cannot she feed herself with fresh food? This was too much confusing for me. And I don’t like to see the womans hitting to one another.
I agree with him on the last point. I don’t like to watch anybody hit each other, except Mohammed Ali, because he makes it look like it’s not even hitting.