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A little editor in all of us

I was reading Jeffrey Ricker’s blog, and he mentioned that at his gym, he recently noticed the signs “Mens Locker Room” and “Womens Locker Room,” with no apostrophes to indicate the words as possessive.

One of the most memorable mistakes I ever saw was when I was about twelve. It was Christmas season, and my father parked in front of a store with a huge sign in the window that advertised, “Neckless For Sale!” I still don’t know what creature was neckless; my parents refused to buy it because they said they’d be the ones who ended up feeding it. 😉

Do you have a favorite misspelled, poorly punctuated, or grammatically incorrect sign?

Button Sunday

Another advantage of going to the gym

Today while I was in the pool, two and a half lanes were filled with fit young guys who were ~~auditioning~~ trying out to be Navy Seals. Not only did I get to watch them while I worked out, but I got to talk to the Navy guy who was testing them and hear more about Navy Seals.

It kind of rocked.

Button Sunday

incongru*ous, adjective

Palest female in Montrose, in her car singing, “This is why, This is why, This is why I’m hot, I’m hot coz I’m fly, You ain’t coz you’re not…”

I love it when Tim and Rex leave the radio on 104.9.

WE ARE ON A BREAK!

Me and LiveJournal that is. I’m kind of under the weather, and that’s why I haven’t commented on many of your funny and photographic and interesting posts. I did manage to get a few things accomplished today, with Tom’s help since he’s off of work. A package went out to a special someone in NC. I made Tim’s and my reservations for Saints and Sinners. I paid some bills.

And now I’m going back to bed. Later…

Button Sunday

From my own personal collection. (I just realized–it’s a good button for Pisces.)

Photo Friday, No. 34

Photo Friday theme: Alone

Thank you, Tim, for the suggestion. One, cage-free egg.

Random Musings

–I think the reason the Oscars seem like they’re longer every year is because there’s a little voice in my head saying, “HELLO, I’m hovering ever closer to the abyss–the one with the Grim Reaper standing at the edge–so could we GET ON WITH IT?”

–Anyone who talks smack about Meryl Streep? Show me your fourteen freaking Oscar nominations, ‘kay? Do ANY two people ever look like they’re having more fun at the Oscars than Meryl Streep and Jack Nicholson? Proof that a) they have SO made it, and b) they understand that the right work is joy and life is fun, and oh, okay, possibly for one of them, c) substances can be our friend.

–I don’t think it’s likely that many straight women and most gay men can hear the song “It’s Raining Men” while driving in the car without shouting out at least one smiling, “Hallelujah!”

–Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies? Little circles of paradise.

–I still love Al Gore. I understand him. He’s an Aries. I once had a dream about Al Gore, and–but wait. I mostly don’t talk about my dreams on LiveJournal.