She says, “Guaranteed call to mall security.”
Ayup.
It’s not a real post, it’s a link, courtesy of Rebecca S.
No, no, you can’t stop now. The room closed for repair is… is what?
Thanks, Susan!
Reporter #1 is back with this troubling submission.
She quips, “I suppose grammatical errors go along with writing an application that only works as intended half the time.”
Now that’s where I draw the line, Reporter #1. Nobody insults FarmVille on this blog. Just because I have cut myself off in order to get some sleep doesn’t mean I’m going to let you knock that sweet, sweet harvesting, opening all those thrilling gifts, or struggling to build buildings that subsequently serve no redeemable purpose. In fact — [WHOA THERE, FARMER! YOUR BLOG IS OUT OF SYNC WITH THE GAME. CLICK “OKAY” TO REFRESH.]
Galen says:
This is posted above the fish tank at my school. It replaced a sign that said essentially the same thing, it just didn’t have the interesting punctuation. I will say that this new sign manages to attract my attention every time I go by (but not in a good way).
So we have the obvious quotation-mark abuse, random capitalization, and one that’s annoying me a lot recently. I see the “hyphen-preposition” construction a lot on the web, as in “log-on” or “sign-in.” I understand that one would want to hyphenate if one were modifying a noun, such as “sign-in sheet” or “log-in process.” But I’m far more likely to see “please log-in now,” which I hate. And now we see that phenomenon expanding to fish tanks. What’s next, people?? What’s next?
Nothing’s better to start a Friday than a bagel. But if I went to get a bagel and were offered a bagle, I think I’d be put right off. And if I went to get a bagel and needed it quickly, but were offered an espress bagle, I would have to red-pen a mustache on someone.
Thanks a lot, Dave. 😛
Ugh. For some reason, this one just gets me going on a “state of education” rant. It could also fit nicely into a “state of public services” rant that I’m saving for another time — okay, no, an abbreviated version: why are people making their own road signs now? Ahem. Anyway.
Meg got this one from her cousin. I admit that I giggle a little on the inside every time I see a “Slow Children Playing” sign, or its cousin, “Slow Children Crossing.” Perfect example of how a comma could fix everything, that. But this one comes with an extra giggle.
There’s also something sweetly whimsical about how these children never, ever play early in the mornings, and are always firmly locked up by 9pm.