My pal Catherine Rahal wrote the following excellent piece on her Facebook page, and has very kindly given me permission to repost it on my blog. Thanks so much, Cathy. [Note: I will be back posting here at the end of next week. I have an out-of-town guest, and then am going to visit my son in NY. Stay well and safe. – Ellie]
Friday Follies #57 – 3 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”
Hi, fellow afficionadoes aficionados of good grammer grammar and speling spelling. Today the Grammar Cop takes a mini-holiday… from punctuation problems. She has other goodies (baddies?) to share with you.
Rise of the Swamp Gas
Ok, people. This has gone far enough! We have a lovely channel here called Animal Planet. Can you please tell me why it features such idiotic fare as:
Book Progress Report #10
Hi all! Just checking in to let you know what’s happening with the queries I sent out. I’ve received two polite rejections so far. I figure they’re a plus, since they didn’t specify: “…and don’t you EVER send us any more of your crappy so-called writing!”
Friday Follies #56 – 3 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”
Happy Friday, dear readers! Today the Grammar Cop wishes to present a post which could also be called: Fear of Punctuation. Let us coin a word for this unfortunate affliction: punctuatophobia. The first gaffe is from the Montreal Gazette, which should know better. The last two are from our grammatically challenged local weekly, The Suburban.
Different
Montreal, 1955, a couple of weeks before Christmas: It was the first time I was aware of how different I was from my friends.
Friday Follies #55 – 3 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”
Hi, grammar buffs! This week the Grammar Cop’s flashlight shines on several strange examples of wording – especially strange since they are all in a “Back to School” supplement of our infamous local weekly. I mean, they might be par for the course in the error-ridden Suburban, but in a supplement focusing on education… really?
Band Practice
“ETIENNE, James Archie. Born May 23, 1917. Archie passed away peacefully on Thursday, April 27, 2006 at the age of eighty-eight…” So begins a simple, loving obituary for a good man.
Book Progress Report #9
Okay, I have been initiated: I got my first rejection letter today from an agent. If I really want to be pessimistic, I could say it’s the first of many. However, I still have hope.
Spooky
Another anniversary…
A few words in memory of Spooky, a sweet companion of mine…
Spooky
1995 – Aug. 26, 2013
First of all, yes, I know the name doesn’t fit. I mean, look at him. Shouldn’t “Spooky” be a more fitting name for a black cat? You know, a witch’s familiar, that sort of thing? Short answer: yes. But he had that name when I got him in 2000 at age 5, so we were stuck.
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Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 