“I misspelled my own facebook/xanga/myspace group.”

You won’t catch *me* creating it. Somehow, we have online access to everything to everything except dictionaries or spell-checkers. Well, good news: it's fab now.

That could have the potential to be the hottest group out there—not too hard to gain an entrance to either. Maybe they could have a group get-together every :wensday: too. Maybe.

Anyway. Those things drive me crazy J.

Currently Reading The Waste Land and Other Poems By T. S. Eliot see related

I've been meaning to post pictures of my trip to the United Arab Emirates this past winter, and finally made myself sort through some of them.

The view out of the front window of the apartment, overlooking the Persian Gulf

Traffic

Kim actually killed the misunderstood young man who was smiling at her just to the right of the picture

Made a killing on used shoes five times a day

Took diving lessons--this is the part where the instructor tries to drown you or you can't go to the ocean

This is the part where they strap weights onto your dive belt and tell you to watch for sharks and eels

No really, it was fun

Then dad tried to leave without me

Jeremiah and Stephen braved the cliffs near a wadi in Oman

"That's great--now clean it up"

Desert demon

Dad surfing the dunes in the Lexus--I wanted him to jump the rim of the sand bowl

Robyn was missing for several days, but we found her

Jacob was running for his life shortly after this

Jeremiah touches his heel in the desert

On their way to Mecca, but Robyn forgot her purse

We hired Jeremiah to publish a message on his shirttail 

Sunset.

The Complete Grammarian’s Guide to Idiots*

Scenario #1: You come across a sentence that reads “humans like to hunt or whatever for somethings that they had neaded to survive for ten decades.”

Solution: Keep in mind that while this writer may feel he/she has something from which posterity would benefit, proper principles of grammar dictate that this person is mistaken. In other words, it’s not your fault that this person doesn’t know how to write about “whatever” they’re attempting to discourse upon, nor is it your fault that they just proved their inability to use the word “century” in a semi-coherent sentence.

Scenario #2: You’re proof-reading an essay. Not only does the essay open with “My personal opinion and obviously the one I will talk about in my fairly short essay is no,” but it also contains an atrocity of denouement akin to falling down four flights of stairs: “Even though Michael Jordan is an athlete; it still, doesn’t mean that like everybody has to spaz about not being black or making money like a really rich person… just everybody do what you can do and be okay with it!!!”

Solution: Now that you probably wish you had to edit the sentence from Scenario #1 every morning of your life, take a break and go do something you hate for ten minutes. When you finish with that, look at the first sentence. Once you realize that you can just delete this sentence, you’ll feel a little better (at least until you conceptualize this in context). Next, take the latter sentence and write some sentence above the first bit of punctuation in which a semicolon is used properly. This is just the beginning, so fix the other obvious punctuation errors that follow and proceed by crossing out all slang and writing “sux” in their respective places. Finally, you will need to harvest a full crop of exclamation points and place them in a shed which also houses leftovers from “Fear Factor.”

Scenario #3: Some girl (or boy) you’ve never seen before slips you a poem that reads:

i’ve never met you

so roses won’t do

but like a hunter

i’ll pursue you

superseding winter

even so

even so.

Solution: Your biggest problem isn’t this poem’s lack of capitalization or poor word usage. However, if you feel the need to critique this, keep several things in mind: First, resist the temptation to consider the rhyme scheme of this poem elaborate, or the simile in any way tasteful. Second, remember to ask yourself how on earth you could supersede winter in your current state. Third, try to picture this poem suddenly animating and waking up next to you every morning for the rest of your life.

*If this offends you, please note subject/verb agreement.

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