My father found this and sent it to me gleefully. (Most of his RPB emails are gleeful, you can just tell.) He was clearly excited about the technological wonder available at this Motel 6.
Kind of makes you wonder, doesn’t it? In-door windows, in-door speakers, and now in-door pools!
Go go RPB-ZOOM!
I dunno, Dad. It kind of seems like you should have stopped at this place and taken a picture of the in-door pools. It might have been kind of interesting.
Kacia sent this in January, I would like to note. You could make the argument that January would have been a more appropriate time to post this, but given that we’d both missed Christmas entirely I thought I’d wait around for the next Big Event.
Also, Kacia worried in her email
Can’t remember whether I sent you this last winter. The sign is posted outside our local bakery.
To which I say: one can never, never have too much elve’s.
So, uh, happy Valetine’s Day! And Kacia: go ahead and send it again next year!
No, this isn’t a cheesy Peanuts-inspired greeting card. It’s just my musings on the relationships I have with a couple neat people out there in the world who will periodically stumble upon something, think of me, and send it to me with no explanation or context whatsoever. Because sometimes you just know, you know?
Take this, for example. When this email from Star exRoomie Meg arrived in my inbox, I didn’t need her to say another word.
I’ve said this before: if we go Facebook, we may never go back.
Nonetheless, because it is Reporter #1 and she knows these people… nay, loves them, she says:
I love our local bike shop, I really do. Everybody who works there is really nice. Also, apparently, illiterate.
(I would also like to highlight the fact that Reporter #1 saved this jpg file with the name CRY. For some reason, that actually made me LOL.)
Or should I say Monday’s?
Either way, Kacia has a prescription for your Monday blues. It’s an Anonymous Honorary RPBer submission! And thank goodness, because who really wants an unnecessary apostrophe on their first day back at work?
So three cheers for whomever, and for the Red Tape of Correctness!
Reporter #1: The ATM is what?
ATM: I’m sorry. I’m afraid I can’t answer that.
Reporter #1: What are you going to do? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?
ATM: This conversation can serve no purpose anymore. Goodbye.
Has anyone heard from Reporter #1 recently??
Also, if you’re looking for a fun minute or two and you don’t already follow Letters of Note (which you SHOULD do), check out “Does IBM know that HAL is psychotic?”
Reporter #1 is baaaaack, y’all. Well, okay, she never went anywhere, but I’m back to posting her stuff.
Reporter #1 entitles this photograph “Comma splices: they’re not just for undergraduate essays anymore!”
I’m just so busy being glad that they spelled “it’s” correctly that the comma barely bothers me. But it is, in fact, a comma, as we can see if we compare it to the exclamation point. And that makes it WRONG.
Just for fun, Reporter #1 included this extra wrongness in the same email!
Kacia is smart. (In my head I like to spell that SMRT and sing it in a Homer Simpson voice.) Kacia is taking smart-people classes. So Kacia was kind of surprised by this email, at which she exclaimed,
So how many of these reliable principles are there..? What in heaven’s name would possess the sender of this email to put quotes around the number 8?!
Now you know I like to avoid emails. I’m including this one because this webinar is still a Google-able thing, and it still seems to have quotes around the 8 occasionally. For example.
I have no idea who this submitter is! And that is very exciting, because mostly people who send me things are people I know, people I knew once, or people I have otherwise harassed on the internet in some way! So hi, welcome, Submitter Jake!
So all I know about this picture is that it is from Jake, who says it’s from Beaverton, OR, and who correctly notes that
This wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t CLEARLY come off a tear-away pad with hundreds of copies of the same mistake!
Belinda tagged me in this photo on Facebook, captioning it “No shoe’s, no shirt’s, no service.”
Later Belinda commented that “it was physically uncomfortable to write that sentence.” I’LL say. Every time one of your friends replies, I have to LOOK at it again. So THANKS, Belinda.