There is nothing derogatory about the moniker. In fact, I wear it with a sense of flair. Can you imagine my reaction to this (unedited) email from Mark?
certainly like your web site but you need to take a look at the spelling on several of your posts. Several of them are rife with spelling and grammar problems and I in finding it very bothersome to inform you. the reality then again is I will certainly come back again.”
Oh. My. Well, hat’s off to you there, pal, for noticing the splinter in my eye without seeing the sequoia stuck in yours. Let me introduce you to the “,”. It is called a comma.
The reality? You would have been better off a spam bot in my iggy bin. It would have saved me blue penciling your email…since I edit my grocery lists before I shop.
Hitting the Snooze Button
Eve comes to M3 from Germany. And apparently, she does not do it often. You see, she has not checked in here for a while because she found it was getting boring. Since I have recently posted some quality material which interests her, she guesses she will add me back to her daily blog list.
Hey, Eve…It is called the FOLLOW button. Then again, I was probably the only one to wish her Merry Christmas.
In a week filled with giving and receiving awards, I upset a woman from Indiana. She wrote to me to spout off the following:
- There is nothing special about this blog.
- Are your readers that stupid?
- You can’t possible read that much.
- How much do you have to pay for these award things?
I have the blogosphere’s most awesome readers, bar none. All I have to do is pay it forward, but thanks for stopping by.
A man in Wisconsin made a few comments about my overall appearance, sex and my age. He used all the power of Google at his command to mine the following observations:
- I seen your picture and you arent a real red head.
- Why dont you post a picture from now instead of when you was young.
- You cannt be little like a girl.
While it is true the grey hairs have no red, all the other ones do. Unless your Google has a time travel option, there is only one picture I have been able to find of me more than six years old…and I posted it. That, by the way, was bottled hair color, but still ginger. And nitroglycerin comes in tiny packages.
So, Wisy, continue to Google me. And let me introduce you to the ‘. It is called an apostrophe.
The Grammar Nazi
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