Today is Leap Day! Those of you born on Feb. 29th are one-fourth as old as you would be had you been born on one of those boring ol’ regular days. But today you get a cake and candles. And presents! Have fun.
Any ladies who have had their eye(s) on a suitable hubby prospect should have their proposals ready. Yes, that’s right–you can ask HIM to marry YOU today. Totally in tradition! My aunt (age 82) says that my uncle always told everybody that she had proposed to HIM on Leap Day way back when. She says that’s a load of rubbish, but that he enjoyed telling it so much that she just rolled her eyes and let him have his fun. She was sixteen when they married, and he went off to the war. Ah, the good old days.
“Deep down, beneath all our insecurities, beneath all our hopes for and beliefs in equality, each of us believes we’re better than anyone else. Because it’s our beliefs that are right, our doubts that are allowable ones, our fears which are legitimate.”
— Audrey Beth Stein (via the LJ Idol entry of )
“The first thing you should know when you call hardware stores in NYC to see if they have axes, is that all of them, without exception, will ask you who you are planning on killing.
The second thing you should know is that after you pick up the axe, you will have no problems finding a seat on the subway.”
Has anyone ever done a remake of “The Philadelphia Story,” updated, of course? The way “Clueless” is kind of a pastiche/update of Jane Austen’s “Emma,” I mean.
Just wondering, because it could be a GREAT romantic comedy again. It already IS, but I have an idea. . . .
“For a fat girl, you don’t sweat much.”
“You don’t look as fat as you are.”
“You’re not really as fat as you look.”
Just now, on MS-NBC, I saw for the THIRD time today one of those slides that they flash on the screen to advertise a future program. It read, in part, “SNEAK PEAK.” [sic] (It’s “peek,” dears. Media idiocy again.)
This is clearly a mistake. My teachers would have called it an illiteracy, although nowadays I’m sure that term would create outrage and outcry, if not outright screaming. However, it’s a common mistake that is becoming ever more common. All the time I see this, and I see “reign in” for “rein in,” and I see “loose” for “lose.” These are errors. *But*. . . .
All right, those of you who are descriptivists rather than prescriptivists, do you say that this means these errors should be adopted and incorporated into proper usage? The way I see it, most people are just lazy and shouldn’t be rewarded by having their errors made “Truth” when it doesn’t increase clarity. They didn’t pay attention and don’t care about using the right word. Should that mean that we change the language? If so, where does it end? Do we start accepting “your/you’re” errors, “its/it’s” errors, and every old thing, until we have completely eliminated clarity? Should we eliminate all punctuation because “it’s too hard” or “it confuses some people”? Where does this end?
With a post-literate society, I suspect.
I didn’t get to go to see President Bill Clinton talk today at Mountain View Community College–he was holding a rally on the east patio of the school around 11:45. I got up and took a shower, dressed, ate, etc. at 6 AM, but my mother just couldn’t go. Her back had seized up again and she was crying that I couldn’t go without her, that it was too far, etc. Hubby was the same way, and they pointed out that since I’m not a student there, I’d end up stuck way in the back in that 20 MPH wind. Temps dropped from 80 yesterday to in the 50s today. Sigh!
We did catch some media coverage, however! Dan Abrams on MS-NBC just showed a clip of Bill Clinton “campaigning in East Patio, Texas.” *facepalm* *nooseneck* *revolvertemple*
What, they think that’s in East Texas, huh? It’s like Bent Fork, Tennessee, and Bug Tussle, Kentucky! *no*
I suppose some media genius called the college and the rep said, “It’s on the east patio.” They took it from there.
For the record, it’s actually in Dallas. It’s North Oak Cliff and I usually am too timid to go down there because many of the neighborhoods are pretty rough, but it’s not East Patio, either.
Don’t know whether to laugh or cry. You might as well laugh!
What IS it with the new WalMart commercial? The one with “Dancin’ in the Moonlight” playing in the background, I mean, and the shoppers frolicking. Did NO ONE at the company LISTEN to the first line of the song? “We get it on most every night, when that moon is big and bright.” *SPLURT* Listen to what you are playing, people. Or maybe you WANTED to have a song that tells of a Pagan celebration at full moon, skyclad. Barefoot all over. Y’know, just like when we shop at WalMart. *rolling eyes*
I like the song, mind. I just don’t think that the bigwigs who approved the commercial have ever read the lyrics to the song.
And Starbucks Coffee shops are all closing tomorrow for training. Everybody’ll have to park outside some hotel where there’s wi-fi to surf the net with your laptop over your lunch break.