A BlogSnax© post
I try to put a post out every two weeks. On weeks like this when life is out of control–out of my control, anyway–I’d like a week off. As a result, you get this token post.
I like this sign. That’s all.
A BlogSnax© post
Grownups say the darndest things.* Here are a couple of sentence fragments I encountered not so very long ago.
During an interview recorded in a book I read recently, someone made the following statement:
…he was very sort of angry.
Very sort of? How does that work? This reinforces my claim that qualifiers such as “kind of” and “sort of” need to be outright banned. Last year I read a (different) book–a real, published, average length book–that used the phrase “sort of” 136 times. Not to be outdone, the same book used “kind of” a whopping 257 times! (Props to the Kindle that lets me make such inane calculations.)
This one was on a slide shown during a presentation I attended. The speaker, a person for whom I have great respect, made the fascinating tautological observation that…
… the population is aging over time.
So that’s where my life went. Sheesh!
*Tip o’the hat to Art Linkletter.
A BlogSnax© post
I bought some cookies this week. The expiration date on the side said…
Best eaten by 10/27
Yeah, right. It would have been safe if it had said…
Best eaten by 10:27
…cuz they were gone by then.