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 The M3 Blog 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.
Virtual Blackmail
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.
Bottle Redhead
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.
Kindest regards,
The Grammar Nazi
Raymond alexander kukkee
/ December 31, 2011I suspected that Bear was smart, now I’m sure of it.
Red
/ December 31, 2011*Grin* I know he is. He
puts up withchose me. *giggles*DrTheodoreHoma
/ January 1, 2012What an interesting collection of common internet experiences.Some folks can’t even socialize properly when it is from the safety of their cave. I for one am beginning to look forward to my daily dose of your blog.Ted
Red
/ January 1, 2012I am so glad for it, as well! Some people just never do understand social grace…even with computer assistance. Red.
ansuyo
/ January 1, 2012I try to muzzle my grammar nazi lol. She keeps me from writing at times and makes me judgmental of others. Can’t wait till I start getting crazy stuff lol. 🙂
Red
/ January 1, 2012*Giggles* Never Nazi your own things!! ROFL!
Soma Mukherjee
/ May 17, 2012Oh How I wish someone had asked me “How much do you have to pay for these award things?”
I could have asked for some obscene amount and be millionare by now…but i am so crazy and that obviously reflects in my posts too…they must think this one is a charity case…
As for the grammar,sentence structure,….my god i am so bad that wordpress doesnt bother to correct me anymore..they are just fine with whatever i am doing..although this one person did point out my flaws in one post but after reading 5 more posts he took back his comments and apologised and never came back 😆
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Red
/ May 17, 2012Hahaha!That is cool you got an apology. Mine are occasionally repeat offenders, but they have no compunction to apologize. 😛 I really should be charging them a handling fee! Good to see you today.