I have my crankypants on today.
Crankypants item number one: One of the kitties threw up on the living room carpet during the night. AGAIN.
Crankypants item number two: I read else-LJ about a person who, when out having a good time with friends and heading toward a party, saw a nasty sign in the window of the party's house. The whole group knew instantly that this person would not be welcome. What happened next? The person's friends didn't go in either.
Have I ever had friends who would do such a thing for me? I know I've had lovers who wouldn't.
Crankypants three: I am sick of comma splices. Comma splices are to me like fingernails on a blackboard are to the simpering fragile contingent in high school. They are awful! I really would prefer never to see one again. But if I pulled journals off my default read list for comma splices, I'd have to get rid of several I would otherwise like to read. Make, for example, is infested, yet it also has interesting content from time to time. How dare they?
Honestly, I know these are all minor. I have a living room, complete with carpet, and I have three cats who purr when I scritch them. I chose to have cats. Similarly, it's up to me to choose my friends and build good friendships, and nobody is forcing me to read posts that weren't worth editing.
I still have a bit of crankypants though. Cranky shorts? :-) Okay, not even those. I'm feeling better already. Sometimes venting DOES help, and remarkably quickly too.
Time to go clean that carpet.
Crankypants item number one: One of the kitties threw up on the living room carpet during the night. AGAIN.
Crankypants item number two: I read else-LJ about a person who, when out having a good time with friends and heading toward a party, saw a nasty sign in the window of the party's house. The whole group knew instantly that this person would not be welcome. What happened next? The person's friends didn't go in either.
Have I ever had friends who would do such a thing for me? I know I've had lovers who wouldn't.
Crankypants three: I am sick of comma splices. Comma splices are to me like fingernails on a blackboard are to the simpering fragile contingent in high school. They are awful! I really would prefer never to see one again. But if I pulled journals off my default read list for comma splices, I'd have to get rid of several I would otherwise like to read. Make, for example, is infested, yet it also has interesting content from time to time. How dare they?
Honestly, I know these are all minor. I have a living room, complete with carpet, and I have three cats who purr when I scritch them. I chose to have cats. Similarly, it's up to me to choose my friends and build good friendships, and nobody is forcing me to read posts that weren't worth editing.
I still have a bit of crankypants though. Cranky shorts? :-) Okay, not even those. I'm feeling better already. Sometimes venting DOES help, and remarkably quickly too.
Time to go clean that carpet.
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Here's a question. Is the following sentence technically an example of a comma splice? (NB: even if it is, it doesn't bother me a bit.)
"Yes, I agree."
I don't know how the initial "Yes" is classified.
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1. "Yes, I agree."
2. "He's a twit, I hate him."
My gut says 1 is correct and 2 is not, and I can't name a rule saying WHY. Some anal-retentive grammar fiend I am!
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*slaps forehead at own stupidity*
Can you tell I never did learn how to diagram a sentence????
Re: *slaps forehead at own stupidity*
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"He's a twit; I hate him."
But I could be wrong. What is the actual definition of a comma splice? I could be a huge offender of this :X
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Some grammar fiend I am!
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