a: anything or everything that
b: no matter what : regardless of what
Used in questions that express surprise or confusion
2. (adjective) a: all the
b: any ; any … that
Used to refer to something that is not known
3. (adverb) Used to show that something is not important
“I’ve been reading up on this new two-dee trend – I don’t like it.”
“Ugh, You’re so lame.”
“More of your late 20th century colloquialisms, Minnie? Couldn’t you have chosen a better rebellion phase to go through? When I was your age, we went Twenties – called ourselves Betties, after a chef who wore material derived from mollusks as jewelery. Much more attractive than that.” Mika Souris flicked a dismissive hand at her daughter’s attire – a stiff blue jacket over a retro Britney Spears concert tee-shirt, neon pink plaid button-down tied around the waist of her striped leggings.
“Whatever, mother. You’ll totally never understand what it’s like to be a nineties kid.” Minnie rolled her eyes and sneered.
“It’s the 30th century, darling. These nineties people you so admire had to use static devices to primitively uplink. And attend archaic educational institutions whose normative procedures restricted their effectiveness. You can hardly stay downlinked long enough for breakfast.” She snapped her fingers in front of her daughter’s eyes, recognising the blankness in them for her daughter’s uplinking. “Let alone an entire educational session, as these people did. What has you so rapt?”
“It’s a nineties serial drama, and it’s amazing.” Minnie tried to uplink again, but her mother caught her by one baggy sleeve.
Mika sighed. “At least choose a 3D mod for it – I can’t imagine they’re able to bring something that old all the way up to senso-dimensional quality, but this flat-viewing silliness might mess with your sensory input functions. You don’t want to fry your up-circut like poor Don Ente, do you?”
“Ugh, mother, Mister Ente downlinked a virus. And Feeny is totally two dimensional.” Minnie sighed dreamily and added, “I want you to call me Topanga from now on.”
Willa rolled her eyes. “Fine. Finish your cereal… and your serial,” she added grudgingly, “and then I want to see you clock at least forty minutes of educational processes before the next meal.”