Still More Things to Hate
I am ON about hate the last 12 hours, lemmetellya. I don’t know why. I just feel all itchy scratchy, and I can’t nail down the reason. Blark. I don’t usually sulk about things, and I’m not predisposed to bouts of rage, but I feel a slow, subterranean stirring of volcanic activity starting to build [...]
Oh, get off it.
That’s what my dad used to say when he’d had enough of someone’s yammering on about something. And that’s what I say this morning. Seems some people are braying like donkeys about Jasper Schuringa (the guy who saved a bunch of collective hind-ends on that Northwest flight from Amsterdam to Detroit on Christmas Day) wanting [...]
The big autumn disaster
And no, contrary to what some might think, I’m not talking about Bye Bye Birdie, which, in fact, is going to be a fine show. (Way to start my day: pizzed off.) Rather, I’m talking about professional sports in Cleveland. This article is disturbing. Yet another house-cleaning seems imminent for the Browns. I’m no doom-and-gloom [...]
¿Por qué? Pourquoi?
Why? Why do people turn nouns into verbs? On Facebook this morning, I noticed someone was “homeworking,” which didn’t bother me, by the way. But it brought to mind a misdirected noun from my graduate work that does. It is the one word that the Rat Fink simply cannot bear to hear. PK knows. I [...]
Schmenglish X
Sometimes I have to repeat stuff. Nobody listens to me (cep you guys). I wish I could remember what I was reading yesterday morning. It was an interview with a military officer or university official or something…blah, I can’t recall. Anyway, I was reading through his comments, and stopped dead when I read, “And all [...]