Now I got a lot of pets, but my cat Fluffy, she’s the bomb. Say
Fluffy comes up for attention. She wants her head scratched. I tell her I gotta
go to work, somebody’s gotta pay the bills around here, but Fluffy don’t care.
You don’t do what she wants, she bites. Try to ignore her, she bites. Sharp
teeth too. Seriously. She loves those little raspberry chocolate squares.
Chocolate’s not good for cats, but somebody forgot to tell Fluffy.
Karen Greenbaum-Maya's photo and poetry blog: what I see when I look, what I write when I do (and weird things I overhear)
Saturday, October 25, 2014
More reasons why it is a good idea to go out to lunch, or, Seriously
Labels:
crazy stuff I overhear,
eavesdropping,
narcissist,
seriously
Monday, October 6, 2014
Dangling Participles R Us
Shame, Lev Grossman and all your editors, shame shame! Your second book in the Magicians series, The Magician King, leads off with the following sentence:
"Quentin rode a gray horse with white socks named Dauntless."
SNERK!
I always name my socks too. Mine are called Clueless and Feckless.
I grant that it is a hard sentence to fix: Quentin rode Dauntless, a gray horse with white socks? Dauntless Quentin wore white socks and rode a gray horse? Quentin rode a gray horse with white socks; the horse's name was Dauntless? Still and yet, even if it meant reshaping the entire paragraph, there must be some way around that misplaced modifier.
Enjoy the above grammarly griefs. Those who displayed them should have known better. Btw, the middle photo shows marshmallow-flavored jellybeans.
Labels:
dangling participle,
editing,
grammar,
Lev Grossman
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Action at a distance, or, Dr. Bob moves in mysterious ways, part 2
Dr. Bob continues to move in
mysterious ways. I have been assembling a book-length manuscript, and I believe
that it is at last ready to go out into the (publishing) world. However! when I went to put the finishing touches on it, I found that I could not get
Word to paginate. I tried the proper way some five or six times, and I came up
with some work-arounds, and nothing worked. I even considered typing in the
page numbers by hand, but decided that if I changed the order of poems, I would
be typing and confirming page numbers for a long long time.
So, I called our resident
computer guy, Dr. Bob Payne. Dr. Bob not only graduated from Microsoft U., he
wrote the manuals at Microsoft U. He knows the godforsaken ways of the Microsoft. Dr.
Bob asked me to talk him through another attempt at pagination. OK. I narrated, "Clicking on
Insert. Clicking on Page Numbering. Selecting Bottom, option 3." All this in the
tone of voice I use when I am resolutely remaining reasonable despite great
provocation. And, may I be damned if the pagination did not take, at last. Yes,
all Dr. Bob had to do was listen to me select the commands, and my document was
healed. Truly, the man has god-like powers.
Labels:
action at a distance,
computers,
Dr. Bob Payne,
Microsoft,
writing life
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