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’ll start by noting that it’s Friday in your world. In my world, it’s more like a warped and twisted version of a Sunday. But we’ll let that go for now.)
Way back when I wasn’t posting, in October, Lisa found this and was outraged. But this is one of those posts that doesn’t raise my hackles.
Now, Lisa also noted that the woman on the left is Beth, and the woman on the right is Page. I am annoyed that her name is spelled that way, and that the company isn’t named BethPage, which just suits my aesthetic better. But the nonsense doesn’t annoy me much.
Talk amongst yourselves.
This is a link to someone else’s post, because it is that excellent.
Go check out a little piece called Brid food sign tells a story of retail woe at BoingBoing!
(thanks to Bill to flagging this up!)
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!
Soooo… I went on this extended trip to India. And then I started my overnight rotation. And overnight rotations make me really, really cranky. But I miss my blog peeps! All three of you!
So okay, I’m going to try to put some of the last 3 months’ worth of submissions up. And you can send more without fear of their languishing unloved in an inbox.
Also, here is a picture of a monkey I took with my phone, with no zoom. I am going to post it ALL THE PLACES because it makes me happy!
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.
Apparently, USA Today ranked this place’s burger #1 in Minnesota. But Kacia would like to give them a thumbs-down on punctuation. She’s also frustrated that “rootbeer” is one word.
Obviously Messrs Casper and Runyon subscribe to the apostrophe-after-a-vowel school of apostrophe usage, as they haven’t bothered using one in “floats” or “malts.” But as we all know, this school of thought is WRONG.
As for “rootbeer”? Well, the squiggly red line is telling me that’s wrong. But funnily enough, it doesn’t upset my stomach. In fact I find it far more disquieting to stop and think about root beer being made out of roots. It’s kind of like mincemeat: one of those words you just shouldn’t over-analyze. But technically, you’re right, Kacia, it’s two strikes. Let’s hope the burger wasn’t a third!