Further to my December 21st post on dating for the age-impaired, I thought I would point out some of the little gaffes that abound in the profiles I’ve been scanning lately. (Hope springs eternal!) These are direct quotes, copied and pasted – followed of course by my snarky comments in brackets.
Dating 2.0…
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“True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.”
– François de la Rochefoucauld (1613-1680)
Dating. After my marriage ended, this was a whole new concept to me, having been with only one person since the age of 17 until we split when I was 30. I spent a year or two mourning the loss of a partner, and then, in 1977, BANG! I was ready-set-go to find a new one.
9 cents
It was 1955. Having just turned 10, I’d earned a very special right – my dad said I could help in the store by serving customers.
Friday Follies #19 – Four mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”!
The Grammar Cop is always alert to catch a variety of flubs – all things language-related, including misspellings, grammatical bloopers, homonym confusion and the like. I do not, however, bother with typos. All of us are guilty of those from time to time. Here’s a sampling of egregious errors from this week.
My Cat From Heaven
The title of this little piece is – if you didn’t know – a play on the name of the Animal Planet show, My Cat From Hell, starring the well-known cat whisperer, Jackson Galaxy.
The Steeple
Gonggg! …Gonggg! …Gonggg!
Bells are ringing out across the rooftops. I have to cover my ears, they’re so loud. And to my six-year-old eyes, the church’s tall steeple looks like it’s trying to touch the sky.
Friday Follies #18 – Three mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”!
The Grammar Cop didn’t have to travel very far this time to find the Language Crimes of the week. Fittingly, they occurred in our local weekly rag, er, newspaper. Truly, folks, proper language usage is languishing. Ahem.
Five Sounds I Would Rather Not Hear
Some sounds are lovely: a kitty purring. A baby babbling. And a babbling brook, while we’re at it. But others? Not so much. Here are some I could live without.
Friday Follies #17 – Three mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”!
The Grammar Cop brings you three bloopers gleaned from two very different sources.
A Pregnancy Nightmare
They say that as you get older, your memory starts to fail. Well, turns out that’s not entirely true – I for one can remember some dreams I had as vividly as when they first happened. One doozy in particular still haunts me.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 