Thank God for this blog, where I can dump stuff that no one would be interested in hearing in daily conversation.
Item the first: The difference in meaning between “Bound to…” and “Bound for…”
Nothing more to say about that. It just made something click in my brain this morning while listening to train announcements.
Item the second: This never gets old for me. Here are some terms that people were searching for when their search engines betrayed them by sending them here:
“bad effects of instant noodles in our brain.” Doesn’t it make you want to talk to that person? What set him or her on that particular path? (On weeklyrob, I assume they found this page, but no answers.)
“Can’t get AIDS from nail scratches.” Were they just having an academic discussion, leading to a Google search, or was this a life and death question?
“I’ve read a lot of books, so I know bunches of stuff that sounds like it could be true.” They even included the comma, which I guess Google ignores. Now, this search phrase SHOULD send them to weeklyrob, because it fairly well describes the whole entity. But I assume it brought them to a particular post.
“tushy.” They must have been directed to weeklyrob because of this post. But again, what were they actually looking for? Porn? Were children playing on the computer, and that’s the worst word they could think of?
There are more, but I guess I should get to work.
A train bound for Newark is one you should probably avoid. A train bound to Newark? Is that due to a mechanical failure, or is the train determined to do something unspeakable?
“Man, I tell ya, one look at that train, and I know it’s bound to Newark.”
“Yeah, I just hope it’s far away from here when it does.”
Each time I ride MARTA and the driver says “This train is bound for…” my brain automatically thinks “glory.” And then I hum a little. It’s a fun game.