It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year Again …

4 Mar

It’s March 4, and you know what that means …

That’s right, smarty pants: IT’S NATIONAL GRAMMAR DAY!

Wooohooo! Par-TAY! Happy Grammar Day, mofos. March forth on March fourth to celebrate the splendor of speaking and writing well.

Grab a red pen and hunt for errors. Read a grammar haiku. Revisit Strunk & White’s “Elements of Style.” Hug an editor. Take an online grammar quiz.

Just go totally nuts today, OK?

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New Patron Saint

8 Oct

Marquis de Favras

“I see that you have made three spelling mistakes.” 

Those are the last words of Marquis de Favras after reading his death sentence before being hanged (1790)

It doesn’t get much more fab than that, my friends. 

Why was he hanged? Learn more about M. de Favras here.

Paved with Good Intentions?

9 Apr

Behold, the road sign leading to the Methodist Bible Camp in Blountville, TN. 

Naturally, it’s a dead end. 

This sign is glorious. Viva fails! 

This concludes our Monday moment. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming. 

Valentine’s Day: Don’t F**k It Up

14 Feb

For more aggravation, check out Twitter’s ever-growing feed of folks tweeting their precious hearts out about “Valentime’s Day.” While some are intentional spelling gaffes, many others, sadly, are not. Enjoy, lovers! 

This Make’s Us Sad, Too…

15 Jan

via DublinLive

Behold: the Dublin, Ireland “Anti Dog Fouling” campaign. The signs were placed outside schools, and in a number of spots in the city. Now, the Dublin City Council will take them down and begin again.  

Just another reminder to control your apostrophes, my friends.

Motörheaven

11 Jan

Motörhead

Ladies and gentlemen, the circle is complete…

Now that Fast Eddie Clarke has gone to the great gig in the sky (RIP, good sir), the original Motörhead lineup is officially back together

Squeeeee.

Maybe they’ll let Mary jam with them sometime. Longshot, but you never know. 

In Memoriam

4 Jan

 

Pomchi pistol Mary Poppins VanDyke Brown (age 10-ish) crossed over on January 3, 2017. She battled congestive heart failure for a year, and her tiny body was tired. It was a perfectly peaceful transition; she was in my arms.

From her hard-knock beginnings as an injured country stray to an anxious, long-term shelter resident to a lady of leisure and style with an editorial side job, Mary’s life ran the gamut. Loyal, loving, saucy, and cantankerous, Mary was straight fire, and we’re lucky she came our way. 

Adios, lil’ red sass. Immense love to you. 

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