The bad news is: this exists in the world. The good news is: so do RPB allies!
Thanks for sharing the disaster and the optimism, Michael!
The bad news is: this exists in the world. The good news is: so do RPB allies!
Thanks for sharing the disaster and the optimism, Michael!
Happening now over here at this link!
Good job, HLN. You don’t need the comma before “Prince George,” and if we want to be really pedantic, the Archbishop didn’t sprinkle water on the infant but rather onto him. And that’s aside from the very, very obvious.
I have issues with the concept of “awareness” as a fundraising goal, especially after everybody is totally aware of the issue. But even if you’re going to argue in favor of awareness, there are legit awareness organizations and less-legit ones.
And then there are people who sell sweatshirts on signs on the highway.
This is a bad sign in terms of its quality, but I’m pretty sure it’s also a bad sign in terms of where your money is going to go…
…and a letter “s”! Thank goodness you were warned.
When I opened Kacia’s email the picture opened in a slightly-larger-than-thumbnail version and I could only see “Gyro Bar.” That made me hungry.
Then I zoomed in.
Now I’m not hungry any more.
(Okay… that’s a total lie. I’d eat some tzaziki with a spoon. But my point stands.)
Dear [Redacted] PTA:
I don’t know if you’re aware of it yet, but one of your young pupils comes with a bonus: his mama is GrammarTroika Sister #1.
You might want to recommend that all his teachers and all your staff proofread their stuff really, really well.
Because she’s also creative, and you don’t want to see what sorts of things are “outside” the envelope.
Love,
RPB
We all know that Facebook is not a good place to whip out your metaphorical red pen — unless you want to spend the rest of your life there and go slowly crazy. But Jake had to send this in, because when things occur this close together, it’s a sign.
A sign… of the APOCALYPSE.
Thanks, Jake!
Eric A. found this at Carnegie Mellon and kindly thought of RPB.
See, I’m okay with abbreviations on Twitter.* They’re kind of necessary.** So I can understand a little abbreviation liberty in media about Twitter.
But I really, really don’t like “fav” as an abbreviation for “favorite.” I get it, but I also like the laws of standard phonics, and “fav” is pronounced to rhyme with “have.” That abbreviation needs an “e,” and fast, or my eyes will start to bleed.
…or they would have done! If it weren’t for our kindred spirit on the loose in the area. Of course this person seems to be even more of a purist than I am. But hey, I’ll take what I can get.
Otherwise, you might go and get two cheese spreads and think you were going to buy one and get one free.
In fact, when you got to the check-out line, you’d discover that you actually need a No Coupon, which you should have collected from your Not A Newspaper on last Wasn’tThursday. Silly you. Good job catching this early, Karen C.!