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Monday, May 30, 2005

Six ducks, two cats and a woman


Bath Ducks
Originally uploaded by Doctor of What Exactly.
Perhaps malapropism merely reflects a different way of perceiving reality on the part of the malapropist? For more scintillating details, see the third comment attached to the post 'Readings for today' ... and check out these deeply thought-provoking images for the rest of the aforementioned menagerie.

11 Comments:

At 12:24 AM, Blogger Angela said...

Now, darling Jonno, I've caused your poetic title to be out of whack with Russell's blue hair. Oh well, 'never apologise, never explain'.

 
At 8:20 AM, Blogger Jonno said...

I changed the title anyway - I felt bad about stelling Russell's joke.

But I would have called these things puns, or anthropomorphisms, rather than signs of the afflication of poor old Mrs Malaprop.

If the ducks had been fuzzy, that would be a different story.

 
At 10:26 AM, Blogger Angela said...

Yes, you're right. The picture speaks in anthropomorphisms, and 'manling' is not a malapropism, because it doesn't really sound like 'duckling'. But 'speak', on the other hand, might be confused with 'quack' if the word sounds the same to a duck. And who's to say it doesn't? And anyway, Orwell came up with the idea of 'duckspeak' to describe the way in which a person might speak words of propaganda, and, as a consequence, end up sounding like a duck quacking meaningless rubbish.

Now, if that warped logic isn't enough to win you over, then this might provide some interest anyway:

'Quack' in relation to the medical profession comes from the word 'quacksalver', which is Dutch in origin, 'quacken' meaning to chatter or prattle, and 'salf' being like 'salve'. In other words, someone talking about the fact they can cure people. So 'quack' in this context really does mean to speak, and maybe if the ducks were Dutch, they wouldn't have had to translate the word for it to be considered an anthropomorphism.

Now, I think I've quacked on enough for one day. I'm gonna go hang out with my miaow. See you later, at the talkies.

 
At 12:18 PM, Blogger Jonno said...

yeah.. but no... but yeah... but no...

Turns out what I was thinking of as malapropisms was actually spoonerisms.

 
At 1:53 PM, Blogger Angela said...

Spooning and forking ... whatever, they've both got their rightful place in the scheme of things.
I mean, it all boils down to malepropagation in the end, doesn't it?

 
At 1:56 PM, Blogger Jonno said...

as opposed to female-propogation?

 
At 2:03 PM, Blogger Angela said...

Once there was a fuzzy duck
Who sat under a firetruck
The truck went 'Vroom'
The duck went 'Squawk'
The fireman shouted 'Oh god, fork!'
For what was once a fuzzy duck
Had morphed into a feathery muck.

 
At 2:07 PM, Blogger Jonno said...

This is what that duck looked like, after being buried in a plastic bag under a herb garden, then dug up to make room for a hangi:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/30659021@N00/16404895/

 
At 2:12 PM, Blogger Angela said...

I wonder what happens when you resurrect the spirit of a mucked up fuzzy duck? Does it run amuck? Well, in this case, it did for several hours, on the end of a dog's nose, that is.

 
At 3:48 PM, Blogger Angela said...

Here is the saga of the fuzzy duck and its demise in the narrative form of a cocktail menu:

Fuzzy Duck - Gin, Advocaat, Cointreau

Firetruck - Firewater, Vodka, Tabasco

Deathwish - Chartreuse, Jack Daniels, Firewater, Coruba 101, Opal Nera

Screaming Orgasm - Cointreau, Sambucca, Baileys

Absolut Fuck - Midori, Absolut Kurant, Absolut Citron

Squashed Frog - Midori, Banana Liqueur, Strawberry Liqueur

Shit On The Grass - Creme de Menthe, Baileys

Reservior Dog - Tia Maria, Frangelico, Drambuie Cream

Dirty Old Gumboot - Brandy, Creme de Cacao, Cream

Full of Shit anyone? (Kahlua, Frangelico, Creme de Cacao, Baileys, Cadbury's, Chocolate Sauce)

 
At 4:13 PM, Blogger Jonno said...

Wow. From spoonerism and malapropisms to
bestiality to necrophilia in only 10 posts.

 

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