March 21, 2005

Hacks

The Microsquash Pineapple has undergone a modification. What can we say? We hacked it. (Hahaha. Get it?) Er, anyway, I present to you, my devoted Cake Eater readers---ahem---The Microsquash Pineapple: The Cake Eater Mod.

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Gawd. I crack myself up sometimes.

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March 17, 2005

Frosty Goodness Deux

My beer is getting around.

According to Russ: "I let your beer outside to play with the neighbor's beer, and when I came back outside, this is what I found. ISSUES! Your beer has issues."

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Never mind the fireworks. My beer is fraternizing with---dare I say it?---Hawkeyes!

I feel a case of the vapors coming on.

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The Mouse's House: Part Deux

Robbo's second entry into his Fear and Loathing in Disney World is up.

It's titled The Mouse's Lair.

A small sampling to whet your appetite:

{...}Speaking of feeding, we got to the Lodge around lunchtime. It boasts two restaurants and a bar, none of which was open. “Oh,” it was explained with false chirpiness, “everyone is either out in the park or asleep at this time of day. But the snack bar is open!” (This was the first direct example I came across of Disney’s ruling philosophy regarding the accomodation of its guests: “Do It Our Way Or Screw You.” That example was to be repeated many times over the course of our visit. The concept of “Customer Satisfaction” at the House of Mouse is a mile wide and an inch deep.) Anyhoo, the snack bar proved to be a nasty cafeteria-style enclave down in the basement that wouldn’t have passed muster in the average Student Union. Not that the average student could have afforded it, however. When you get to Disney, it’s frightening how fast you start automatically thinking of prices in $50 increments.{...}

Go read the whole thing.

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March 16, 2005

Frosty Goodness

Last week when I was guesting over at the Butchers Shop, I made a new friend with these posts. When I told Russ to have a beer for me at Kelly's, being the good guy he is, he obliged.

I didn't expect the beer to actually, you know, make the rounds of the greater Kansas City and Winterset, Iowa metropolitan areas. But it did. My beer, apparently, was a bit of a floozy, and an underage floozy at that, being no older than three months! Getting into cars with men it didn't know, going back to hotel rooms, taunting Oklahoma spirit displays at the Embassy Suites, crossing state lines, making friends with snacks that are bad for you, etc.

Bad, bad beer. You're going to get a reputation!

Generally, when a beer's reputation is on the line, it's because of rumors. Unfortunately, there are no rumors this time around. There's proof. I present to you, my devoted Cake Eater readers, The Flooziness of the Beer.

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Can you say "jailbait?"

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BOOMER SOONER, BOOMER SOONER, BOOMER SOONER! If there are any other words in the Oklahoma fight song than "Boomer Sooner" my beer doesn't know them. Plus, my beer was drunk at the time, so she really can't be expected to know it anyway.

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My beer crosses state lines with snacks in tow. My beer apparently did her best to look over eighteen. Russ isn't in jail right now, so she must have done a bang up job.

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This is where my beer apparently told Russ to stop the car. She got out and did her best impersonation-of Meryl Streep-impersonating-an-Italian-woman in front of the bridge, while saying, And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before. Or some such bullshit. It could have been, Clint, you're a bastard for foisting a movie made from that piece-of-excrement-masquerading-as-a-novel on all of us..

Of course, she would have dropped the Meryl Streep impersonation if she had said that. Because she's my beer, and she knows I have certain expectations for behavior.

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Of course a trip to Winterset wouldn't be complete without going to see The Duke's birthplace. I can only imagine what my beer, being the floozy that she is, did here. Really, I don't want to know.

According to Russ, my beer really is a nice beer, with lots of hops flavor, and she "does NOT have an annoying fake British accent like that damn Travelocity gnome." Which is good to know, because I have no idea why my beer would have an English accent, being a flower of the midwest. My beer, reportedly, is heading to the Spring Game in Ames next month and might make her floozy-ish way elsewhere in the meantime.

We shall see what we shall see.

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Certamen Boy

I'm pretty sure Robbo has one of these. Somewhere.

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After this post, he needs to pull it out, polish it up and wear it with pride!

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March 15, 2005

"And, Uhh...Yay For Freedom and Shit."

Title shamelessly pilfered from this post by Michele, which is the funniest thing you will read all day, hands down.

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The Road to the Mouse's House

Robbo has started to detail his adventures from last week. The first installment is titled: Slouching Toward Kissimmee.

Go and read. He's getting warmed up.

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March 11, 2005

Friday Afternoon Funnies

Since it's snowing here and the Clones just got thrown out of the Big XII tournament by that beeee-yotch Bobby Knight, I thought I could use a little pick me up.

Yesterday, Michele posted a link to this film. (Which is NOT safe for anyone, really). The daisy chain of what is to follow goes something like this...

I watched the film. The husband caught me giggling at it. He laughed, too and then posted the link to the film on his nerd gamer boards. This film inspired one of his buddies, Doc, to write the following little screenplay and post it to said boards. Unfortunately, the boards are password protected, so I can't link directly to it. I got Doc's permission to republish what he wrote here and edited for clarity.

I'm told that Pelleon and Thrawn are Imperial Admirals from the expanded Star Wars Universe. Like it matters.

Anyway, enjoy. I know I did.

A time not long, long, ago, in a galaxy not very far, far away

{A lone star destroyer blinks out of hyperspace}

Zugs: "Target galaxy has been reached. We've confirmed the location of their hideout, Sir. I cant believe what they did to poor Bugs Bunny...."

Neeva: "Very well, deploy the nav buoy and order the fleet to our location"

Zugs: "Yes, sir"

{Several dozen star destroyers parade into the zone, followed by the super star destroyer, and about a hundered or so corvettes, transports, and support vessels}

Pelleon: "Lord Vader, we've arrived. Those vile trators will pay"

Vader: "Excellent. Notify Admiral Thrawn to ready his defense wings should they raise any sign of a defense."

Pelleon: "Yes, lord Vader. It's sure is a shame what they did to
Bugs..."

{The fleet makes its way past a region of frozen debris, several gas giants, a mid-system asteroid belt, and a small red dustworld. Finally the destination is reached}

{Switch to a scene, somewhere in a bunker, built a mile into a mountain}

Lieutenant: "Sir, this is unbelievable, we're picking up contacts from... space?"

General: {passes the butterbar a memo} Read this, son"

{Switch to a shot of Presidential Directive}

"Presidential Directive x3458:
Gentlemen:

A large fleet of spacecraft may materialize in earth's orbit sometime this afternoon. Do not be alarmed. Pop some popcorn, sit back, and enjoy the show!

-W"

Lieutenant: "Sir, does this mean what I think it means?"

General: "He he heh. That's right, boy, Hollywood's day of reckoning has come!"

Lieutenant: "Hot Damn! They'll pay for raping my happy childhood now! {grabs his M-9}

General: "Settle down son, put down your piece and watch the experts handle this. Sure is a shame what they did to Bugs though."

{Meanwhile, deep inside Hollywood}

random executive #1: "That's strange, why were the Emmy's, Oscars, Viewers Choice awards, and about 20-odd other meaningless award ceremonies all moved to tonight?"

random executive #2: "I know, cool idea huh? We get to pat ourselves on the back earlier this year! And wasn't it GREAT how we modernized Bugs Bunny! I'm a genius!"

random executive #1: "Hey, what the hell was that noise?"

random intern: "Sir! Stormtroopers!"

{lots of carnage follows}

random executive #1: "Call the Governator!"

Arnold: "This es vhat you get, you fvhools... this es vor years auf portrayink me like Hans und Frans! Listen to me now ant hear me later, they're comming to fuck *clap* you up! Ant I von't stop them, you bunny fucker!"

{Pan to outside studio. Lots more carnage, as stormtroopers act as entertainment industry karma chinese food delivery boys}

{Switch to scene aboard Vader's ship}

Cyborg Reagan: "That's a beautiful sight, boys. Too bad about Bugs, though."

Cyborg Wayne: "Hot damn, it's about time! By the way, how exactly did they bring us back from the dead to be the next occupiers of Hollywood?"

Cyborg Patton: "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, son"

Cyborg Wayne: "Who are you calling son, pilgrim? {reaches for a revolver}"

Cyborg Reagan: "Easy there, Duke, Ted Kennedy's car has killed more folks then your gun, General Patton's for real. I'd leave him alone if I were you"

Vader: "Stop this bickering at once, or I"ll transport you all down there now, insted of after the area has been 'secured.'"

{Switch back to deep in a Hollywood executive's office}

random executive #1: "There has to be SOMEONE who will save us!"

random executive #2: "Not likely, Jim, we've pissed off most of the old heores with your 'modernized' revisions of them:

random executive #1: "That's nonsense! Get me Batman on the line!"

random intern: "Sir, Batman told us to go fuck off"

random executive#1: "Ok. Get me Spiderman on the line then!"

random intern: "Sir, we killed him off, remember?"

random executive #1: "Fuck! thats right! How about Superman?"

random intern: "Sir, he's dead too, but his last words to us were: 'Go fuck yourselves for ruining the Loony Tunes.' "

random executive #1: How about the army?"

random intern: "Sir, weve painted them in a bad light too!"

random executive#2: "The rebels?"

random intern: "Mon Mothma said, and I quote, "Get bent" (she always was so polite)"

random executive #1: "Sir Sean Connery! Surely he'll help us!"

random intern: "Sir, even that senile old goat is cheering the Empire on."

random executive #2: "What about Sir Elton John?"

random intern: "Forgive me for sounding glib, sir, but he took the pipe crying like a Sally in the first strike."

C3P0: " {wanders in} Oh, my. That's it. You're doomed!"

Marvin:" {sighs} I wish It was me"

R2D2: {lots of beeps} (translation: ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!)"

{Switch to Aboard Vader's ship}

Everyone: "ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!"

{Switch to in a US command bunker in a mountain}

Everyone: "ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!"

{Everwhere, as people finally get revenge for decades of shitty Hollywood ideas}

Everyone: "ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!"

{Switch back to Hollywood executive's office}

Random executive: "Damn, I wish that line was our idea"

Stormtrooper: "Shut the fuck up and kneel! Bugs says 'hi.'"

{stormtrooper blows random executive's brains out}

Stoomtrooper: "Now, find where that fat fuck Michael Moore is, before he portrays this as some kind of tragedy instead of the healing cartharsis it is!"

W: "Hehe, settle down, cloneboy, leave him to me"

Arnold: "I'll ahrm vrestle you vor his head!!"

THE END

UPDATE: Related. {Ahem. Clears Throat} RIGHT ON!

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March 10, 2005

Explain This One To Me

With DirecTV I am not able to get a local forecast on the Weather Channel, because on this satellite service, the Weather Channel is a nationwide service and isn't "equipped" to handle specific regions.

Yet, when I want to watch a freakin' Big XII basketball game, I cannot---without paying extra for the privilege---because it's an out of region game.

Is it just me, or does this make absolutely NO sense whatsoever?

Make up your freakin' minds, DirecTV

And one other thing: NBA League Pass is not heaven. If I see one more eedjit reincarnated right back to the scene of their death to continue watching their stupid pro basketball games, I will beat someone with a stick.

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Your Ren and Stimpy Fix For The Day

What rolls down stairs alone or in pairs
Rolls over your neighbor's dog?
What's great for a snack and fits on your back?
It's Log, Log, Log!

It's Log, Log, it's big, it's heavy, it's wood.
It's Log, Log, it's better than bad, it's good
Everyone wants a log! You're gonna love it, Log!
Come on and get your log! Everyone needs a Log!"


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It Has a "Lord of the Flies" Feel To It

I think Sadie is receiving the brunt of the payback for our Divas posts of recent weeks given the nature of her various all-male, all the time guest bloggers' subject matter.

In fact, one gentleman wrote, "Verily, I considered myself the Sir Isaac Newton of poontang."

I would highly recommend going over and, if the smell of locker room doesn't turn you off too much, to just keep scrolling.

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March 09, 2005

Sin City: Redux

Jonathan's got a question regarding Sin City:

{...}What I want to know is, has anyone else out there actually read the comic books?

Whatever else the Sin City comics may be, they are utterly unfilmable. They are page after page of murder, mutilation, torture, rape, beheading, cannibalism, and worse. L.A. Confidential is noir. Touch of Evil is noir. Sin City is Brett Easton Ellis's American Psycho without the daintiness and restraint. Think Hannibal meets Faces of Death.{...}

Well, I've never read them. Nor had I ever heard of them. When I commented on the movie earlier, I was working strictly off seeing the trailer during one of my trips to Apple.com.

The thing that struck me was that it looks like an actual comic book. And for a movie in this day and age, well, that's impressive. While Ang Lee adapted the typical comic book layout for his own purposes in The Hulk (which, honestly, really isn't that bad of a movie) and M. Night Shymalan did the same with Unbreakable, neither really made you the feel as if the glossy, chiaroscuro-ed, cross-hatched pages were right beneath your fingers. This movie looks like it could do it.

Provided the plot doesn't suck. If the plot strays too far from the original source material, well, it's done for. The subject matter must match the visual style of the film. I'm certainly not expecting a film titled Sin City, and that looks as dark as it does, to be about Girl Scouts selling do-si-dos in the hood. In other words, what does the audience expect and what will Hollywood deliver---and shall the twain meet somewhere in the middle? I believe it can be done, but only if the people making the film have some faith in their audience.

It's funny that Jonathan should mention Hannibal because, ultimately, that's the best example to prove my point about not straying too far from the source material. When Hannibal---the book---was released, no one thought they could ever make it into a film. It was unfilmable, they said. It was too gory. Too sick. I didn't think Hollywood could manage it and stay true to the material. But Ridley Scott did---mostly. While Ridley did manage to tone down the gore a bit (well, we are talking about Ridley here) still, there was Ray Liotta, at the end of the movie, watching Hannibal cook his own brains. Doesn't get much ickier than that, does it? None of the problems people anticipated the production would have in adapting the book were apparent in the film. Ridley managed it.

The real problem resided with the ending.

It was completely different from the book, and it had been bastardized by Hollywood. And that pissed me off, not the gore. The gore I expected. The ending, however, was not what I wanted to see. I wanted to see the ending as Thomas Harris' had written it, and not the ending that we received which kept Clarice's morals intact. They apparently never thought it was an option to have Clarice go off the deep-end, because the "alternate endings" on the DVD revolved around whether Clarice and Hannibal locked lips---and nothing else. In the book, however, Hannibal does corrupt Clarice. But he doesn't play fair, either, because she's drugged when he corrupts her. That ending and subsequent beginning of the next Hannibal movie would have been much, much better, because it would have taken us someplace we haven't been before. As it stands now, any new Hannibal movie they come up with (which I've heard from the lips of Sir Anthony himself will happen), will be about trying to recapture him...again. Which shouldn't be too damn hard because he's missing a hand.

I'd gone to see Hannibal, mainly, because I wanted to see if they chickened out with the ending. And they did chicken out. No surprises there. Hollywood's need to drop everything to the lowest common denominator is what ruins films, not the depravity of the source material. If the source material was so unfilmable, why on earth did they bother buying Miller's options? What's the point? If you're going to go ga-ga over the original source material and then try to tame it, you're not going to have a satisfying end-product, are you? The problem should be solved by the studios and producers optioning material that works within their parameters, instead of trying to shoehorn a great book or graphic novel, as it were, into those parameters after the fact.

Ultimately, audiences can make the decision about whether they can handle the material. Why Hollywood has so little faith in their audiences still seems to elude me.

Perhaps Scooby Doo 2 has an answer somewhere in it.

UPDATE: Jonathan's sticking to his guns. Via email:

{...}I just picked them up a couple weeks ago and
made my way through them. You and I should be forgiven for this
oversight, but my point was that the higher beings at EW shouldn't.

Also, Sin City makes Hannibal look like Snow White. I'm telling you, as
written: Unfilmable. (Or rather, filmable, but unwatchable.)

I trust Jonathan about the Sin City books, but I'm going to stick to my guns and hope they made the appropriate compromises when converting the source material. I don't want to pay yet another eight dollars and fifty cents to see a movie that might turn out to be least common denominator garbage.

If Hollywood's going to treat me like a child, I should at least be able to get the child rate at the theater.

At any rate, I'll look forward to Jonathan's review when it comes out in The Weekly Standard.

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March 04, 2005

The Height of Fashion

Oh, man.

Has J. Crew really sunk so low as to come out with wedding dresses?

My sister, Christi, is a bridal designer. She also does some Haute Couture work on the side, but bridal gowns are her bread and butter. While she's done some interesting work over the years (including one bridal gown trimmed in mink) she mostly knocks off famous designers. (She probably would call them "inspired by" just to be nice about it.)

I can't imagine, though, that she could---or even WOULD---knock off a J.Crew wedding dress. First, she charges more than they are priced at. Second, she would have a serious crisis of conscience about charging someone for making what looks like a slip or a nightgown! (and is probably constructed as well.)

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Photo Booths

At the party last night, the hosts had carted in a photo booth for shits and giggles. Apparently you can rent these things. This particular booth, the guy who was running it said, was one of the State Fair booths. This is what picture booths do in the off-season.

This is one of our shots.

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Nauseating, isn't it?

Go and run to the bathroom. I'll wait while you vomit.

Heheheh.

Anyway, the husband, as it turns out, was a photo booth virgin. There wasn't a booth in the small town in Iowa where he grew up, so he'd never had the experience before. When he told me this my jaw about dropped. I thought everyone had experienced this at one time or another.

This just goes to show how different city and country life are when it comes to the little things. I knew, as did all of my friends, where every booth was in every mall we frequented. A stop by a booth---and the subesequent cramming of five teenage girls into the thing---was a highlight of every solo shopping trip we managed to take. It was one of those silly, everyday sorts of things common to where you live, I guess. The husband didn't have that because his town was too small to rate a photo booth.

So, I suppose it's not really a surprise that he'd go for the make-out shot, is it? He completely caught me off-guard, too. But it was nice nonetheless.

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It's a Good News Friday!

Woohoo!

That's just marvelous.

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IT is Back Baby!

Well, according to my limited knowledge, the Information Technology business is back. Some bean counter in a cubicle housed in deepest, darkest Silicon Valley might disagree, but hey...I don't go in for accounting. (Basically because I can't freakin' add or subtract, but that's really beside the point.) Rather, I go in for anecdotal evidence! Because we all know how objective I am.

Kathy the Cake Eater: Cub Reporter---providing half-assed analysis and subjective observations since 2003!

Tonight the husband and I attended a launch party for a new ISP here in the Cities. There was free food. There was free booze. I should find out tomorrow if I won one of three ipods they're giving away. And this was after the husband attended another meet and greet on Wednesday night, hosted by another IT company, at another restaurant with free food and free booze. No ipod door prizes, but they also didn't restrict the bar to beer only, either, like they did tonight.

I love IT gatherings. When I go to these things, I'm generally just tagging along, hence my social responsibilities are at an all-time-low. The husband is there to conduct business, to meet people, etc. He's got an agenda. I'm just there to people watch. And believe me, these gatherings do provide excellent people watching.

If you're interested in all of this, read on after the jump. more...

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March 03, 2005

Reason #393 Why Kathy Will Never Be Invited To Be a Tee-Vee Pundit

I don't read LaShawn Barber's blog hardly at all, but courtesy o' Fausta, I happened to catch her appearance on MSNBC's Connected Coast to Coast. I thought she did rather well, on the whole, particularly considering it was her first time on tee-vee. Now, nothing that was said on this broadcast was of particular interest to me. It was the same ol' same ol' that makes cable news network talk shows particularly boring. Yet there was one notable exception.

Monica Crowley called female bloggers "blogettes."

There's no transcript that I can find of the show, because apparently if your show on MSNBC is aired before 7p.m. EST, they don't deem it worthy of transcript-status, but this is what I heard. I wrote it down. You can follow the video link at Fausta's and see for yourself.

This is what I would have said to Crowley, had I been the one in the chair. This is also why I will never be allowed on tee-vee.

"Blogettes?

Ahem.

I think not, chica.

Don't you dare try to cutesy-up my title and differentiate me from the rest of the bloggers because I have a pair of breasts and a vagina. Particularly when it seems you, like the rest of the mainstream media, have no freakin' clue about what blogs are, let alone who writes them. Let me guess where this gender-equity segment came from. You read about Susan Estrich taking on Mike Kinsley about the dearth of female op-ed writers. Then you, in an effort to make your show more hip and wordly, try and apply this to the blogosphere, because that's all that everyone's talking about! Conveniently, Kevin Drum writes one poorly researched piece asking "where are the female bloggers?" and you, somehow---because I'm not really sure you can operate a computer let alone surf blogs---catch wind of it. Suddenly you and Ronnie Junior know enough about the subject to make it a topic on a show so obscure even I hadn't heard about it, but you're also going to try score some brownie points in the blogosphere you know nothing about (because, of course, you know how viral marketing works and if we can get some free pr in the blogosphere, well, damn the torpedos! We'll do it!) and coin the phrase blogettes?

Again, I think not.

Let me take a wild stab here and say that the idea for "blogettes" is derived from "Wonkette"? That's really original, kids. Wow. Let's place a little gold star right smack in the middle of your foreheads because you're so creative. The movie people should be calling any minute now to option your story.

I will only say this once, so pay attention and get it right the first time.

I am not a "blogette." I am a "blogger." Got it? I may not want to be spayed anymore than a cat does, but neither do I want to be "set apart" with a cutesy title that is so not what I am about. First and foremost I am a writer. That the content that makes up The Cake Eater Chronicles comes from a female shouldn't have anything to do with the validity of the opinions presented. They either have merit or they do not. It's quite simple. The blogosphere is all about ideas and opinions. It's a veritable smorgasbord. There's something for everyone. The sex of the author shouldn't come into the equation unless we're talking about things directly related to our sex---like tampons or jock straps. To miss this point is to miss the exact essence of the blogosphere. And the internet, for that matter.

I am not going to participate in some gender-equity program in the blogosphere, nor will I allow myself to be labeled with some girly-girl term because you, in your vast and all-encompassing wisdom, needed a topic to fill time on your cable news chat show and this seemed as good as any other.

Piss off."

See? No one would ever allow me to be on tee-vee because I won't stand for the condescending bullshit that doubles for content on a cable news show.

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Fancy

My blog kid has been busy redecorating. I think it looks marvelous.

Go on over and check it out.

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March 02, 2005

Happy Thoughts To Spare

If you've got some, send them Grandpa H.'s way. He's the husband's grandfather and he's undergoing colon cancer surgery this morning. Thanks!

I'll update when I know something.

UPDATE: Thanks for the happy thoughts. They worked.

Grandpa made it through the surgery with flying colors. He's a bit doped up on the fruit of the poppy right now---he actually asked the recovery room nurse when he was going into surgery---but he's off the oxygen and is doing fine. They think they got it all, but they have to check out the stuff they gathered from the lymph nodes to make sure. If that's clear, no chemo. So, keep your fingers crossed.

Thanks again!

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March 01, 2005

Bugaboos

Have you seen the cutesy ads for CNN? You know, the ones where Anderson Cooper reads the weather or Christiane Ampanpour lectures some clueless chick about Iran and Iraq? Yeah, I thought so. Anyway, if Christiane Ampanpour can have her "bugaboos" about pronouncing said respective countries as Eye-raq and Eye-ran, I can have my own bugaboo with one particular aspect of blogosphere grammar. And that bugaboo would be homonymns. You remember what homonyms are, right? Words that sound alike---they might even be spelled the same---but have different meanings. Well, these pesky little things are my bugaboos.

There are a lot of really great writers in the blogosphere, so it really grieves me when I see these itsy-bitsy boo-boos. Yet, I can't be too hard on my fellow bloggers. Posting isn't easy. I simply think most people are hampered by too little time to get a post up and forget all about it. Also, if they're using a grammar checker, well, that might lead to a few problems. I know for a fact that you cannot trust Microsquash Word's grammar checker when it comes to homonyms. I've lots of little green lines highlighting homonyms in the manuscript that I know are correct, but Microsquash---in its evil "I must be right all of the damn time" way---stubbornly insists that they're not. To put it simply: don't trust anybody's grammar checker to get it right.

Now, I'm not particularly picky about grammar in general, because I'll be the first to admit I suck at it. Grammar is not generally something I perfect the first time around. I have to edit, and even then I miss a good deal. So, split an infinitive for all I care. Dangle that participle. Let your agreement disagree. I don't really care. What I do care about, what stops me dead in my tracks and makes me sigh (particularly when I'm reading a great essay) is when someone confuses simple homonyms. It drives me insane!

So, since we know everyone and their brother is concerned about my sanity, well, let's go over some that I see on a regular basis.

  • They're/Their/There

  • "They're" is a contraction for "they are"
    "Their" is a possessive pronoun
    "There" is a place or position

  • You're/Your

  • "You're" is a contraction of "you are"
    "Your" is the possessive form of "you"

  • Loose/Lose

  • "Loose" is an adjective that means "free, not securely attached."
    "Lose" is a verb that means "to fail to keep, to be deprived of."

  • Whose/Who's

  • "Whose" is the possessive form of "who"
    "Who's" is a contraction for "who is"

  • Affect/Effect

  • "Affect" is a verb that means to "exert influence"
    "Effect" as a verb means "to accomplish"; as a noun it means "a result."

Ok, so now that I have successfully pissed off plenty of bloggers by criticizing their writing, feel free to use the comments to add your own grammar bugaboos. My ass is wide enough to provide a target for all the ire that will undoubtedly come my way. I'll shield you.

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