Monday, May 10, 2010

What's an Anidiot?

I was drawn to the comments section after reading an internet news story this morning and found myself flinching at the grammatical mistakes I saw there. I understand that we're all human, we all make mistakes, and I've been accused of having bad grammar as well, to which I always reply, "My grammer's a nice lady. Leave her out of this!"

What irked me this time was the

"Your anidiot!"

Now, I'm not completely stupid, but my first thought was, "What's an anidiot?" Aha! Then I saw my error! I had forgotten to install my "Comentese" translator. Now if I had chosen to get involved in this particular thread of comments, I would have been tempted to assist our esteemed commenter by pointing out the error of his ways. Perhaps something like "I think that what you really mean is 'You're an idiot'" would do the trick, but past experience has taught me that If I had done so, I would have been exposed as the evil, over-educated, godless, liberal heathen that I am, and my attempt at improving his education would have been futile.

So, I'll relegate myself to ranting on my own blog, and making my own irreverent, politically incorrect, poetic prose of parting:

Here I sit, brokenhearted. I thought I'd make a comment, but I'm retarded.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Blogging VS Facebook and Virtual Stray Cows

So, I started this blog because my Face Book friends get tired of my rants, or they're busy typing their own rants, or they're chasing down a virtual cow that strayed from their virtual farm.

I tried the farm thing and actually got hooked for a time. I was doing pretty good, raising crops, harvesting, making money...
No, wait! I wasn't making money! I wasn't raising and harvesting crops! I was wasting my time on a pointless "game" that did absolutely nothing to improve my "real" life, so I abandoned it. Now and again I see messages informing me that my friends are still happily tending my "farm" for me. I wonder if they would be just as happy to actually come over to my house and mow my lawn or weed my garden? Hmmm... thought so.

Anyway, when the urge to write hits me again. I'll be writing here on my new blog. So don't be looking for any stray cows. They're not here!