The etymology of lunch.
 

lunch - modern sense of "mid-day repast" is 1829, shortened form of luncheon.

luncheon - 1580, nonechenche "light mid-day meal," from none "noon" + schench "drink," from O.E. scenc, from scencan "pour out." Altered by northern Eng. dial. lunch "hunk of bread or cheese," probably from Sp. lonja "a slice," lit. "loin." When it first appeared, luncheon meant "thick piece, hunk;" sense of "light repast between mealtimes" is 17c. Luncheonette is 1924, Amer.Eng.

dinner - c.1300, from O.Fr. disner, originally "breakfast," later "lunch," noun use of infinitive disner (see dine). Always used in Eng. for the main meal of the day; shift from midday to evening began with the fashionable classes.

Ok!

Is that sarcasm?

I love discovering where modern words come from, but one must wonder Mr. Krass if you've been hitting the books a bit too hard lately. Give youself a break. Do something fun. Of course it might be fun to use that bit of info in the cafeteria as a pick up line for the smarter type female of your species.

As long as we're talking about weird stuff, if locusts were the size of humans, when they jumped they would leave the ground at over 7000 mph.

Re: The etymology of lunch.
 

*Cocks head to left*

Alright. Um, yeah...

In the Word Association thread, someone didn't believe that lunch and dinner were once held in the afternoon, and that supper was in the evening.

I promised I'd elaborate further, and I tried to do that a bit here. It only took me a few moments of research.

Oh, and please, please, please, please, please don't call me mister :) Thanks.

Cool. That was nice of you to do that. Did you know that in Russia the interpreters just look at you blankly when you say "lunch?"
They call thier lunch dinner and what we would call dinner, supper. It was odd getting used to that.

Why don't you want to be called "Mister"?

I call you "Mister" because I respect you and your fearless self-expression. It was quite refreshing to read on the "Moment of silence" thread.
But if you insist, I'll be more casual from now on.

<-- mister.


mister@pubarso.com

:)

lol Mr. Martus :)

Fearless self-expression has become a way of life, practically, and not by choice. I've been told by a lot of people, my parents included, that I would be best to retreat away to the solitude of my own devices rather than makes waves like I do - everywhere I go, but I can't just give in to the status quo that way. I'm not sure why, really, it's just a drive within me.

I'm exceedinly grateful to have your respect, honestly, and I hope that I don't seem otherwise. 'Mister' carries with it a whole slew of connotations that make me very, very uncomfortable, and it also brings to bear a number of expectations which I cannot meet. I'd rather the word didn't exist, really. Informality is wonderful. Michael is fine, and M would be even better :)

M? that's it?
Not , super M, the M-meister, M-O-rama, M-inator, Or perhaps M-introublenow.

Sorry, I tend to get carried away. Do not be fooled by my appearance of formality in these posts. There is nothing but pure mischief hiding under this facade I have carefully cultivated over many years. I guess that's why I respect you. You don't seem to have one.

Thanks for keepin' it real M.

Since he's a Disney fan, don't do M-O-Rama. Bad thoughts...

The irony and poignancy here is palpable. Really. But, only to me and a few others, I suspect. The rest of the world carries on.

I'm doing things the only way I know how :)

For what it's worth, I have no idea where you came from, but I like ya ;)

Drugs are good, mmkay?

Thanks M you've made my day.

Fotoplasma, Mr.Volcano, Mr. JosephM, Mr. Martus, MBiddy, It's been a pleasure.

Wait a sec ...
 

Mr. Martus = Mike Martus

Right? ;)

- Katie

Re: Wait a sec ...
 

All I saw was an arrow and the word "mister"(<-- mister) pointed at the name of Brandon Martus and the googley eyed guy underneath it. Also, since my first contact with Mr. Brandon Martus was on a more serious level, I am accustomed to calling him "mister". Unless he requests otherwise.

Junior year in high school... (woah, 6 years ago), someone in my class would call people 'Mr <last name>'.

One day, he couldnt remember my last name, and called me 'Mr Mister'

He called me Mr. Mister for a while, and then 'Mister' just caught on.

hense the 'mister[AT]pubarso.com' email.

Mr Martus = Mike Martus
Mr Martus = Brandon Martus
:)

If insects were the size of horses, we could ride them, but we'd probably have to be careful.

People call me Chuck. It gets confusing...because our robot name is Chuck. :)

Any particular reason for calling the bot Chuck? Is it an acronym, or just a quick name somebody came up with to christen it with?

Since the subject has floated to nicknames; In college they called me the little woodsprite. I'm not sure whether it was because I was smaller than everybody else in the music department, or the from the work I did to create a new musical score for "A Midsummer Night's Dream" (the fairy dance was mine for that production. It was really fun, we used a Lydian mode to give it a mystical Tolkien flavor). I use it for my Email now so that my friends can remember it more easily.

anyone up to find the etymology of mister...I'm in school and won't be home till tonight when I am too tired to look anything up

/me wants a root canal

Mister is, to my knowledge, just a variant of the title Master, Evan.

That, in and of itself, further distances me from ever, ever needing to be called mister.

I want to know why someone would make a word spelled like mnemonic and pneumatic. IT MAKES NO SENSE. We have neutron and neutral, why not neumatic?

Blame the British fathers of our common language. Thay're nuts! Hardly anything they do makes sense. They think it's humorous to make things more difficult.
I know this because I have a father who is half Scottish/Half Engilsh. He's not happy unless he thinks he's annoying people.

For example:
Whenever he buys anything (not mail order) he insists on paying in only those golden type Sacajawea dollars. He carries bags of them around. It doesen't really annoy anyone, but we don't dare point that out to him or it will spoil his fun. Plus, if he's not bothering someone else, he'll start bothering me even more than he already does (Practical jokes are an expression of love in our family).
Never come between an old Scots/Englishman and his "fun"!