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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Seriously, though, I can relate to all three crankypants issues.
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1. Oh, yes. I may not always get right out of bed, but I sure do wake up. Usually I am mentally taking notes about where I think the cat is and thus what sections of hallway need to be examined closely when I get up and walk to the bathroom in the morning.
2. Thank you, and I hope I'd do the same.
3. I'm mostly bothered by apostrophe misuse, homonym swapping, and some of the more egregious and common spelling errors. Some of the items on your list register as a blip on my "inner editor" radar but don't make me cringe. As for the last item, I figure that's fair game in an "I'm more erudite than you are" argument but in very few other places. :-)