I’ve been feeling for some time that I’m holding myself together with bits of string and tape, that my life is just waiting for a mild breeze with particularly inopportune timing and aim to blow it gently to bits.
If I needed confirmation of this, each of the last two blog posts I’ve made has contained a typo. For someone whose AP English teacher called him a grammar Nazi, this is particularly distressing.
I’ve rectified the situation and am thankful to the person who brought the one I hadn’t noticed to my attention, but, still, it leaves me quite concerned. I mean, if I mistype a letter today and my hypervigilant linguistic superego doesn’t notice, can I be that far from running around naked on an island with a conch shell, shrieking “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!”?
Let’s hope the beast you kill will be that “hypervigilant linguistic superego.”
I gotta (sic) say: Isn’t it time to let the grammar Nazi go already? It is Passover, after all.
Grammar Nazi???? Sweetie, you need to let that go. Life is so much easier when you make it less rigid.
Just * b r e a t h e ! *
I love reading your blog who cares about the grammar !!!!
PS ..I know “over the pond” this is somehow more acceptable..but the bit I don’t like is calling anything Nazi out of context. Ah well, we all have our little bugbears 🙂
Darling readers, he’s not going to let it go. We love him anyway, though, and that’s why we read his blog faithfully. It is part of his charm.
As a grammar fascist myself (instead of Nazi — for variety, you know?) I am all in favor of your hanging onto that tendency with every last bit of strength. There is far too much sloppy writing around as it is, and it’s admirable that someone wants to keep it clean.
However, if you do end up running around naked with a conch shell on an island, take pictures.
If it makes you feel any better, I noticed the typo in your last post, but instead of thinking badly of you, I automatically assumed that I was incorrect and that you were simply using a word with which I just wasn’t familiar.
Honey you would never run naked on an island becuase you would be too worried people would think you were too pale or too fat…neither of which you are by the way (beyond adorable)….oh wait…I’m talking about me with the pale and fat thing….well not as fat as before but…well…digging self out of hole….um…yeah…going to slit my wrists now
A naked, feral, Faustus running on the beach.
And you think this would be a bad thing?
We all still love you.
Though you do live on an island, so it is not outside the realm of possibility for you to run through the streets of Manhattan, naked with a conch shell and shrieking, “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!”
But somehow I sense that you won’t. 🙂
look, if you can still quote lotf with such impeccable precision, then you’re going to be Oh-Kay.
check out http://www.painintheenglish.com for soothing discussions about grammar with fellow sufferers…
You’re way too hard on yourself.
can I be that far from running around naked on an island with a conch shell, shrieking “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!”?
—I thought this was the Manhattan mentality
Why does this post reming me of the novel ‘Lord of the flies’? was this similarity intentional or is it just me?
Oh man! I made a mistake (reming instead of remind) when everyone is checking out each other’s grammer and spelling! SHIT!