3/10 Update: Finally! I've posted the answers below. I'm sure it was killing you.
Obviously it is no longer National Grammar Day, so I thought I'd really better post something to move that last entry from top position. Sognatrice is right, though: EVERY day should be National Grammar Day! It's sort of like that "Keep Christmas with you all through the year" song they sang on the Sesame Street Christmas special... except, you know, with grammar. And no puppets.
Coincidentally, ON National Grammar Day I received an email message from a friend of mine with a work-related grammar question. (This occurs more often than you might think. Apparently I am the go-to source for grammar dilemmas for many people I know, including my boss, who considers me not only a walking Chicago Manual of Style but a human dictionary as well. I am going to assume she does this mostly because she doesn't always see me on a daily basis and obviously misses me, and not because I need to introduce her to the Internet.) Anyway, when I responded to my friend's question, I mentioned that it was an excellent day to be pondering big questions such as his, it being National Grammar Day and all. He replied with enthusiasm, suggesting that opening his email on that particular day must have been like opening a present on my birthday (which is coming up, by the way; start your shopping now, folks). Sometimes I wonder if my friends overestimate the extent of my nerdery or if I underestimate the extent of my nerdery. It's toss-up, I suppose.
I'm feeling rather cranky today, for reasons that have nothing to do with grammar, or how big of a nerd I am (or am not), or the fact that I STILL don't have my Girl Scout cookies, or even that the wrong person won Project Runway last night. (Yes, I got sucked into that just like half the rest of you. No, I won't say any more in case you've taped or Tivoed it and have avoided any spoilers thus far.) No, trite and overstated as it is, I think the weather is what's getting to me right now. I am tired of being cold all the time, tired of sliding around every time I go outside, either because the ice is slipperier than usual this year or because I've somehow forgotten how to walk in this weather or because I simply ought to buy some better shoes. Also, I am tired of listening to my nearby coworker sniff and cough every 8.2 seconds like clockwork. I know he can't help it, but that doesn't make it any less annoying. After three days of this, Coughy McSnifferson is working my last nerve.
To distract me from the negative then, how about a game? I'm stealing this from NPW, and the game is pretty simple. I give you quotes; you give me the movie (without using the Internet
Sadly, there will be no prizes, because I only recently managed to finally send out the prizes from my Pay It Forward contest last month (actually, I have one prize left to distribute, but I plan to hand that over to -R- in person when we meet for dinner tonight), so I don't much feel like starting that process all over again right away. This time, then, the only prize is my respect and admiration. Let's play anyway, shall we?
- I can't sing. I've got a sore finger.
The Sound of Music (Congrats to -R-, Liz, L Sass, and Lara)
- This desk set wants to fly. Ladies and gentlemen, the world's first unmanned flying desk set.
Dead Poets Society (Congrats NPW and Lara)
- - Hey, my brother. Can I borrow your copy of Hey Soul Classics?
- No, my brother. You have to buy your own.
Say Anything (Congrats to Pam and 3Carnations... I really, really thought more people than that would get this one)
- You know how I said I'd rather be with someone for the wrong reasons than alone for the right ones? I've decided I'd rather be right.
Some Kind of Wonderful (Pam again. Yay!)
- That's fascinating. It's like dating public radio.
2 Days in Paris (I didn't really expect anyone to get this one, and it seems I was right.)
- - How about worst case scenarios after graduation?
- Heart attack.
- Live in Milwaukee.
Kicking and Screaming (No, not the Will Ferrell one. This one. And I highly recommend you all see it.)
- Hey brainless. Don't you know where coconuts come from?
It's a Wonderful Life (Yay Mara. I can't believe Aaron didn't also identify this one. Clearly he was too lazy to even play.)
- Where's my wandering parakeet?
The Philadelphia Story (It's a Jimmy Stewart double feature on #7 and #8. I love this movie. If you haven't seen it yet, you really must.)
- - You know that night on the phone? Well, I'm pregnant.
- Are you sure it's mine?
- I don't know; I made a lot of calls that night.
The Truth about Cats and Dogs (Congrats NPW and -R-, assuming this title is in fact the one -R- meant by "Cats and Dogs movie with Janeane Garafelo")
- Now that's a real shame when people be throwin' away a perfectly good white boy like that.
Better Off Dead (Yay to Pam and NPW.)
- - No more rhyming now. I mean it!
- Anybody want a peanut?
The Princess Bride (NPW, L Sass, and Pam pegged this one. I'm pretty sure Poppy knew it too.)
- All the great themes have been used up and turned into theme parks.
Pump up the Volume (Apparently not everyone watched this movie 147 times during the early 90s, like my sisters and I did?)
- Why, if only we were all wiener dogs, our problems would be solved!
The Brave Little Toaster (An obscure choice, I know, but a charming and underrated little animated gem)
- Marriage is like a tense, unfunny version of Everybody Loves Raymond. Only it doesn't last 22 minutes. It lasts forever.
Knocked Up (NPW knows that Paul Rudd is one of my favorite fake boyfriends. Maybe the rest of you forgot.)
- I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences... But the thing is, um, what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you, very much. Just as you are.
Bridget Jones's Diary (Yay NPW again, as well as -R-, Jess, 3Cs, and Lara. Note to 3Cs: It was actually Colin Firth who said it, not Hugh Grant, but you were close.)