Warning: This post contains graphic images and text that may be disturbing to sensitive readers. (Don’t say I didn’t warn you.) I don’t usually talk about politics in this blog, but I’m concerned about the Republican Party. They’ve had four years to get their act together and this is what they’ve come up with: How [...]
Archive for February, 2012
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Posted in Random, tagged Academics, Bright ideas, Bureaucrats, Media, Peeves, Politicians, Rage, Rednecks on February 28, 2012 | 10 Comments »
An eggs-ellent recipe
Posted in Random, tagged Bright ideas, Food on February 26, 2012 | 2 Comments »
As you know, I like to take on food challenges. When I saw a Libbie Summers recipe for Scotch quail eggs, it was on. One problem, though: Where does one find quail eggs in Savannah? I tried numerous grocery stores and produce places to no avail. Then I Googled “buy quail eggs in Savannah” and [...]
Freaks like me
Posted in Grammar, etc., Random, tagged Apostrophes, Bright ideas, Definitions, Parasites, Peeves, Rednecks, Spelling on February 21, 2012 | 7 Comments »
About 400 people have linked, emailed, tweeted or otherwise made me aware of this cartoon: I love the cartoon, and I love that people thought (think) of me when they saw (see) it. (That’s indeed how I feel on a regular basis.) While most of my friends and family know me as the grammar guru, [...]
Aging gracelessly
Posted in Random, tagged Bright ideas, Peeves, Rage, The Gym on February 18, 2012 | 3 Comments »
One of the many great things about my job is that I’m sometimes off on Fridays. “Sometimes” doesn’t happen very often though. In fact, the last time was October 2010, I think. When I am off, I go to the YMCA for the line-dancing class. (Yes, I like line dancing and country music.) Eleanor, the [...]
Dispatches from Planet Earth
Posted in Random, tagged Academics, Bright ideas, Peeves, Rage, Students on February 10, 2012 | 12 Comments »
This has been an eye-opening week. I feel old. Scratch that. I feel like I’ve landed on another planet. Why? Kids today. (This is where I shake my fist menacingly and yell, “Get off my lawn!”) A student approached me after class one day and asked me, in all seriousness, if I would change the [...]
