Someone make me stop

I’m at the grocery store. I just about walked into the wall because I was Tweeting While Shopping. Now I’m Blogging While Shopping. That’s worse, isn’t it?

It’s not like I have anything particularly important to reveal.

I mean, I’m at the grocery store buying artichoke hearts and asparagus. This is not big news.

The Ducks touched down in Virginia. We all needed to know that, right?

Back to shopping.

Need panko bread crumbs.

Ciao.

PS
I’m not kidding. Someone needs to come over here. I almost forgot to buy IPA.

Help.

More than words

 

Poor head
Can hardly move my lips for speaking
I said
So, what is this thing I cannot explain?
I’d blame all the things I feel but can’t quite place
Perhaps they’re written on my face
Someone took the words away

–Elvis Costello/Someone Took The Words Away

 

 

Words are funny things. My boss used the phrase  “I’d like for our company to strive to be differentially excellent” in a meeting, and it made me want to poke him in the eye.  That isn’t funny? Peculiar, then. I am weird about words. In the 17th century, I could have said I was nice about words. Now it means kind. Then it meant…precise.

I am less nice about punctuation than I am about words. Particularly when using, or rather abusing, ellipses or exclamation points. Uh, and commas. I think it’s a charming quirk. In case you are wondering, using words improperly is not a charming quirk unless you are doing it intentionally as some sort of intellectually stimulating word play. In which case, it still probably isn’t a charming quirk unless you are really good at it. Yes, I am the one who gets to make the call. It’s my blog.

Here’s another confession: it drives me a little mad when people misuse the word literal. No, you weren’t literally scared to death. You are still here annoying me with your misuse of the word literal. If you had been literally scared to death, you’d be lounging around in a cremation urn right now. And now I’m having a flashback to the Monty Python Dead Parrot sketch. The part about “if you ‘adn’t nailed ‘im to the perch, ‘e’d be pushing up the daisies.”

I am not as rabid about the misuse of the word literal as some of my friends are. It’s annoying to me, but I don’t literally become a werewolf over it like some of them do.

 

Just shake your head and move on.

There is clearly nothing to see here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Someone just opened a bag of coffee. Mmm coffee….

There’s a stain on my notebook where your coffee cup was
And there’s ash in the pages now I’ve got myself lost
–Squeeze/Black Coffee In Bed

Is there a better smell than coffee?
No.

Don’t even try to argue.

No one is going to hop over to Stumptown and get me a cup, are they?

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