Stuff I don't hate...

Stuff I don't hate at this moment:

naps
kitten sneezes
Schweppes ginger ale
playing Mario Kart with my husband

Stuff I hate...

Stuff I hate at this moment:

blogs that disable the "next blog" navigator
blogs that hijack your browser with popups, fades/wipes, music, and other javascript bullshit
blogs with intentionally bad spelling
the asshats who think that the aforementioned stuff is a great idea

Be my Decembertine!

This is a Decembertine I made for my husband out of bits of paper. You have to be a fan of Homestar Runner to get it. If you haven't ever been there, I recommend clearing your calendar for the day and checking it out.

Stuff I hate...

Stuff I hate at this moment:

underwires that poke me
buttercream frosting
thisfucking keyboard'sspacebar
my perpetual allergies
being not in bed

Ok, so...

Ok, so I discovered that I begin my entries with the same words each time. Do I speak like that? Have I been going through life this whole time beginning every conversation as if it were a joke about multiple religious figures entering a pub?

Maybe I'll keep it. Maybe I'll make it my schtick.

Ewww, I just imagined Having A Schtick. That would be really sad. That would be like, Larry from Three's Company sad.

Ok, so I won't do it any more.

Damnit.

Do as I say, not as I do.

Ok. So here's the deal. I'm a grammar nazi, and I'm a hypocrite.

I know how to write correctly, but I frequently break the rules. Sometimes I break the rules intentionally, in order to mirror the relaxed manner of speech through which I communicate. Unfortunately, much of the time it is because I am weak.

For instance, the header of my last post was Everyone remembers their first.... Now, the word "their" has fallen into common usage as a quick fix for "his or her." It is not correct, but it has become commonly used. This is an example of the many ways in which I have allowed the world to wear me down.

So, as I see it now, I have 3 options:

1. Resolve to tighten my sphincter and never do it again.
2. Continue to use incorrect-yet-commonly-used terms occasionally and get over it.
3. Continue to use incorrect-yet-commonly-used terms occasionally and fret about it.

I know what will most likely happen. I will wish I could go with #2, but will stick with #3. You see, as long as I am contrite about these transgressions, I can still claim superiority!

Still, if I could resign myself to accepting it, it would be less stressful. I mean, in a world where terms like "baby-daddy" are frequently used, how bad is it to use "their" to mean "his or her?"

On the other hand, in a world where terms like "baby-daddy" are frequently used, shouldn't those of us who care dig our feet in to at least slow down the decline of the language?

*sigh* The truth is that the English language is ever-changing ( I would not go so far as to say evolving). Reconciling my hatred of change in the language with my self-classification as a neophile is tough. Maybe I am not a neophile after all. Perhaps I really do fear change as much as most people do. Perhaps it's a sign that I'm getting old. Perhaps not - I mean... I was using Windows 3.11 until like '98 or '99.

Argh! I used "like." I give up.

Everyone remembers their first...

Ok, so the blogging has begun! I have no excuse not to write, now. I previously did not keep a journal because I would rather type than write longhand, and now I can do that. Of course, blogging has been popular for years and I managed to keep from doing it (except for one post on lj a million years ago,) but I'm staunchly pro-crastination.

Currently, I have a job that affords me the time to make blog entries. It also affords me the ability to make my car payments, but just barely. It's a temp job and it ends next Tuesday, but hopefully another will come along with just as laid-back an attitude about internet usage. Hopefully it, unlike this one, will also start at a time more reasonable than six-fucking-thirty-in-the-goddamn-morning.

There is more to say, but I want to dink around with the blog's settings, so I'll stop now.