Past Me Would Be Dissapointed With Future Me

When I was a kid, I was a stickler for proper pronunciation when it came to labels. I think most kids are, especially when it comes to TV shows, comic book titles, characters and the like. They're cobbling together their identity and making sense of the world one Trademarked name at a time. So yes, generic middle class white mom from 1990, when you offered to buy your kid one of those "Teenage Radioactive Turtle Guys", you were totally being stupid. I remember, as a teen, when the latest grocery store Insalacos came to town, rolling my eyes at a certain family member every time they mispronounced the name of the newest grocery store as Insalados. How could she have been so naive? I swear.

If you've read any of the previous fifty posts here, you know that this story is a build up to something. I'm pretty formulaic. Well, here it is:

You know that Large Hadron Collider? The one that's supposed to end our planet's existence, or perhaps tell us more about how we exist? Chalk it up to skimming instead of careful reading, but for the past month, without blinking, I've been calling it the Large Hardon Collector.

I kid you not.

And, only after about 3 weeks of this, did it first make me snicker.

Poor performance, sir.