being in the editorial profession, albeit on the advertising level, i grow weary of constant errors in print and on the web. it pains me to see ill-formed sentences with no fluidity, no texture, and certainly no proper punctuation or syntax—seen in everything from high-profile news organizations and gossip rags to joe schmoe’s blog about nothing. yes, i know the “elite” publications are trigger-happy to publish the latest and greatest BP snafu or the most recent celebutard to get divorced/knocked up/arrested, and i understand that joe schmoe probably hasn’t taken a writing course since senior year in high school. but can anybody please take a moment or two to digest the words strung together? maybe even put in a comma or proper em dash, or hell, go nuts, a modifier? spice it up a bit! as i said today on twitter, “given the saturation level of information on the web, i think it’s safe to say editorial & grammar skills have suffered dramatically.” i also would venture to say that overall content has been compromised. i skim everything for the most important parts because i’m honestly not captivated by the author’s intent. and it’s a shame. the written word was at one time a beautiful art form.
(please know that i abide by my own creative liberties with the content and structure of this here blog, but i always do my best to write with honesty, clarity, and emotion, three very critical elements of prose. and i’ve been known to have a typo or three. nobody’s perfect.)
the other thing on my mind? i’ll save it for another time. maybe.
02 June 2010
this is probably the first halloween in my adult life where i actually enjoyed my costume. i typically hate the holiday, the fuss over what to be, the egging, the kids in the streets, etc. but this year, dear friends andrew and cinnamon had their annual halloween shindig with a theme i could sincerely enjoy: rock stars. i’ve always had a thing for gwen stefani, perhaps one could say i even have a girl crush on her, so i found it fitting to dress up like her.
blond hair? check. bright red lipstick? check. gwen tank? check. bindi? check. i didn’t have the tartan pants, clunky/doc marten-esque shoes, nor the nerve to bare my stomach, but i think my outfit was a success.
02 November 2008
last night, the season premier of rob & big was the hot topic in our household. andrew and cinnamon even joined us for the event. the boy and i have been avid fans of this show for a while now, and last night’s episode did not disappoint. net guns, anyone?
now, i recommend watching the whole show, however, the first minute or so is enough to incite laughter. and i’d be lying if i said i haven’t had a tab open to the mtv website just so i could replay the damn thing a few dozen times. who hasn’t been caught/nearly caught rocking out to [insert embarrassing guilty pleasure pop icon here] in the car wash?
other random thoughts that come to mind upon watching this clip:
1) jim carrey as “the riddler” in the batman franchise.
2) spongy carwash adventures with my sister.
3) my own epileptic fits in the car, only i believe “groove is in the heart” may have been the culprit.
and one has to wonder, did the lyricist (enrique, was it you?) behind “do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed” up the dosage that day? whatever the catalyst, who knew that shit could be so catchy?
09 January 2008
