a quick rant about grammar

Adam and I carpooled this morning, since he has a job just down the street from where I work.
On the radio, a DJ made a grammar mistake: "That's okay, our listeners can just listen to Jimmy and I instead of Anthony." I muttered, "Jimmy and me. It's Jimmy and me." And again, I wondered who the fuck decided that misplacing "me" and "I" (and adding the utterly ridiculous and moronic "I's") was a good idea, was "more sophisticated" than actual good grammar. I'd like to shoot that person. What bothers me even more is the realization that people just don't care.
So I guess I shouldn't care either. Seriously. I won't bother anymore. No more politely correcting someone's grammar, because I'd get yelled at. No more getting frustrated because people seem to have forgotten so many grammar lessons from first and second grade. Possessive pronouns? Pah. Who even knows what they mean anymore? Yes, I am aware that "I's" is the nonstandard possessive of the nomitive pronoun "I" when used in a phrase (for example, "my wife and I's new puppy") but you know what, it still sounds wrong to me. I never learned that it was correct, I learned that it was extremely incorrect and poor use of grammar.

So, really, why should we even care about good grammar anymore, when the standard is now to forgoe proper possession, not bothering to remember to "remove the other pronoun to check the grammar of the phrase" (for example: "Meet Jimmy and me at the diner" is correct -- remove Jimmy, and it's still fine; "Meet me at the diner." Not "Meet I at the diner." Unless I is another person).

Who gives a fuck, anyway, huh? Why should I bother considering getting a degree in education so I can teach creative writing? Not when grammar is being turned on its head. People say, "Oh, well, it's only blogging, you don't need to check spelling and grammar when you're blogging, it's not an academic term paper or anything. Learn to lighten up. It doesn't matter."
But it matters. For gods' sake, it matters. Maybe nobody cares, though. But they are right, and I should lighten up.

My husband pissed me off by joking that he now knows the best way to get me angry and riled up, by poking fun at me for loving proper grammar, by deliberately using bad grammar to make me upset. If he decides to do that, he'll wind up with a bruised jaw and I'll have a sore fist. Knowing that he'd deliberately use my grammar geekery and grammar whorism to make fun of me when he knows I'm actually katagelophobic is a bit painful. But we worked it out. No hard feelings anymore. I cried and yelled and ranted, and we worked it out. Communication is very important.

I should lighten up, I know. It's only language. But when it's misused in everyday speech, by educated people who believe that the bad grammar is correct, I feel very bad for every English teacher out there who is struggling to show kids what actual good language is.

I shouldn't feel like crying and yelling when someone argues in favor of bad grammar. I should just take it in stride and laugh it off, and then remember the argument the next time someone's bad grammar is corrected.

I'm also tired and sore and I shouldn't be lashing out. So I'm done. No more posts about grammar, because I bet I've been irritating half my friends list. This is it.

a quick rant about grammar

Adam and I carpooled this morning, since he has a job just down the street from where I work.
On the radio, a DJ made a grammar mistake: "That's okay, our listeners can just listen to Jimmy and I instead of Anthony." I muttered, "Jimmy and me. It's Jimmy and me." And again, I wondered who the fuck decided that misplacing "me" and "I" (and adding the utterly ridiculous and moronic "I's") was a good idea, was "more sophisticated" than actual good grammar. I'd like to shoot that person. What bothers me even more is the realization that people just don't care.
So I guess I shouldn't care either. Seriously. I won't bother anymore. No more politely correcting someone's grammar, because I'd get yelled at. No more getting frustrated because people seem to have forgotten so many grammar lessons from first and second grade. Possessive pronouns? Pah. Who even knows what they mean anymore? Yes, I am aware that "I's" is the nonstandard possessive of the nomitive pronoun "I" when used in a phrase (for example, "my wife and I's new puppy") but you know what, it still sounds wrong to me. I never learned that it was correct, I learned that it was extremely incorrect and poor use of grammar.

So, really, why should we even care about good grammar anymore, when the standard is now to forgoe proper possession, not bothering to remember to "remove the other pronoun to check the grammar of the phrase" (for example: "Meet Jimmy and me at the diner" is correct -- remove Jimmy, and it's still fine; "Meet me at the diner." Not "Meet I at the diner." Unless I is another person).

Who gives a fuck, anyway, huh? Why should I bother considering getting a degree in education so I can teach creative writing? Not when grammar is being turned on its head. People say, "Oh, well, it's only blogging, you don't need to check spelling and grammar when you're blogging, it's not an academic term paper or anything. Learn to lighten up. It doesn't matter."
But it matters. For gods' sake, it matters. Maybe nobody cares, though. But they are right, and I should lighten up.

My husband pissed me off by joking that he now knows the best way to get me angry and riled up, by poking fun at me for loving proper grammar, by deliberately using bad grammar to make me upset. If he decides to do that, he'll wind up with a bruised jaw and I'll have a sore fist. Knowing that he'd deliberately use my grammar geekery and grammar whorism to make fun of me when he knows I'm actually katagelophobic is a bit painful. But we worked it out. No hard feelings anymore. I cried and yelled and ranted, and we worked it out. Communication is very important.

I should lighten up, I know. It's only language. But when it's misused in everyday speech, by educated people who believe that the bad grammar is correct, I feel very bad for every English teacher out there who is struggling to show kids what actual good language is.

I shouldn't feel like crying and yelling when someone argues in favor of bad grammar. I should just take it in stride and laugh it off, and then remember the argument the next time someone's bad grammar is corrected.

I'm also tired and sore and I shouldn't be lashing out. So I'm done. No more posts about grammar, because I bet I've been irritating half my friends list. This is it.

a quick rant about grammar

Adam and I carpooled this morning, since he has a job just down the street from where I work.
On the radio, a DJ made a grammar mistake: "That's okay, our listeners can just listen to Jimmy and I instead of Anthony." I muttered, "Jimmy and me. It's Jimmy and me." And again, I wondered who the fuck decided that misplacing "me" and "I" (and adding the utterly ridiculous and moronic "I's") was a good idea, was "more sophisticated" than actual good grammar. I'd like to shoot that person. What bothers me even more is the realization that people just don't care.
So I guess I shouldn't care either. Seriously. I won't bother anymore. No more politely correcting someone's grammar, because I'd get yelled at. No more getting frustrated because people seem to have forgotten so many grammar lessons from first and second grade. Possessive pronouns? Pah. Who even knows what they mean anymore? Yes, I am aware that "I's" is the nonstandard possessive of the nomitive pronoun "I" when used in a phrase (for example, "my wife and I's new puppy") but you know what, it still sounds wrong to me. I never learned that it was correct, I learned that it was extremely incorrect and poor use of grammar.

So, really, why should we even care about good grammar anymore, when the standard is now to forgoe proper possession, not bothering to remember to "remove the other pronoun to check the grammar of the phrase" (for example: "Meet Jimmy and me at the diner" is correct -- remove Jimmy, and it's still fine; "Meet me at the diner." Not "Meet I at the diner." Unless I is another person).

Who gives a fuck, anyway, huh? Why should I bother considering getting a degree in education so I can teach creative writing? Not when grammar is being turned on its head. People say, "Oh, well, it's only blogging, you don't need to check spelling and grammar when you're blogging, it's not an academic term paper or anything. Learn to lighten up. It doesn't matter."
But it matters. For gods' sake, it matters. Maybe nobody cares, though. But they are right, and I should lighten up.

My husband pissed me off by joking that he now knows the best way to get me angry and riled up, by poking fun at me for loving proper grammar, by deliberately using bad grammar to make me upset. If he decides to do that, he'll wind up with a bruised jaw and I'll have a sore fist. Knowing that he'd deliberately use my grammar geekery and grammar whorism to make fun of me when he knows I'm actually katagelophobic is a bit painful. But we worked it out. No hard feelings anymore. I cried and yelled and ranted, and we worked it out. Communication is very important.

I should lighten up, I know. It's only language. But when it's misused in everyday speech, by educated people who believe that the bad grammar is correct, I feel very bad for every English teacher out there who is struggling to show kids what actual good language is.

I shouldn't feel like crying and yelling when someone argues in favor of bad grammar. I should just take it in stride and laugh it off, and then remember the argument the next time someone's bad grammar is corrected.

I'm also tired and sore and I shouldn't be lashing out. So I'm done. No more posts about grammar, because I bet I've been irritating half my friends list. This is it.

hi, honey, let's do lunch

Here in downtown DC (Northwest), the Convention Center is straight ahead and across the street from where my work building is on the corner of 8th Street and G Street -- I make a right out of my building, go straight, cross a couple of streets, and I'm there. It's where Adam will be working today and tomorrow. He and I decided to meet for lunch at noon. I started walking toward 9th Street, he started walking toward 8th Street, and we met in the middle of the sidewalk and kissed, and then found a little deli on the corner right between our streets. I had a bacon cheeseburger and he had an Italian hoagie. We finished with a half hour to go before my lunch hour was over. I walked him back toward 9th, and we kissed goodbye. I left to go to the bank a few blocks down in the other direction, to deposit his paycheck into my account for March's mortgage. I'll be meeting him in the Convention Center after work, so we can carpool home. We'll carpool in again tomorrow morning, and probably meet for lunch again, although perhaps at a different restaurant.
Lunch with my husband in the middle of the work day is lovely. First time we've done that in a long time.

Because of that compliment that compared my writing to that of Neil Gaiman (still squeeing), I've started breaking through the current writer's block, and now have a very good concept of where I need to go to finish the next chapter.

hi, honey, let's do lunch

Here in downtown DC (Northwest), the Convention Center is straight ahead and across the street from where my work building is on the corner of 8th Street and G Street -- I make a right out of my building, go straight, cross a couple of streets, and I'm there. It's where Adam will be working today and tomorrow. He and I decided to meet for lunch at noon. I started walking toward 9th Street, he started walking toward 8th Street, and we met in the middle of the sidewalk and kissed, and then found a little deli on the corner right between our streets. I had a bacon cheeseburger and he had an Italian hoagie. We finished with a half hour to go before my lunch hour was over. I walked him back toward 9th, and we kissed goodbye. I left to go to the bank a few blocks down in the other direction, to deposit his paycheck into my account for March's mortgage. I'll be meeting him in the Convention Center after work, so we can carpool home. We'll carpool in again tomorrow morning, and probably meet for lunch again, although perhaps at a different restaurant.
Lunch with my husband in the middle of the work day is lovely. First time we've done that in a long time.

Because of that compliment that compared my writing to that of Neil Gaiman (still squeeing), I've started breaking through the current writer's block, and now have a very good concept of where I need to go to finish the next chapter.

hi, honey, let's do lunch

Here in downtown DC (Northwest), the Convention Center is straight ahead and across the street from where my work building is on the corner of 8th Street and G Street -- I make a right out of my building, go straight, cross a couple of streets, and I'm there. It's where Adam will be working today and tomorrow. He and I decided to meet for lunch at noon. I started walking toward 9th Street, he started walking toward 8th Street, and we met in the middle of the sidewalk and kissed, and then found a little deli on the corner right between our streets. I had a bacon cheeseburger and he had an Italian hoagie. We finished with a half hour to go before my lunch hour was over. I walked him back toward 9th, and we kissed goodbye. I left to go to the bank a few blocks down in the other direction, to deposit his paycheck into my account for March's mortgage. I'll be meeting him in the Convention Center after work, so we can carpool home. We'll carpool in again tomorrow morning, and probably meet for lunch again, although perhaps at a different restaurant.
Lunch with my husband in the middle of the work day is lovely. First time we've done that in a long time.

Because of that compliment that compared my writing to that of Neil Gaiman (still squeeing), I've started breaking through the current writer's block, and now have a very good concept of where I need to go to finish the next chapter.

Neat!

Your Score: Susan Sto Helit

You scored 86 intelligence, 52 morality, and 56 physical strengenth!

As Death's granddaughter (a long story, which you greatly dislike), you inherited his ultimate practicality and lack of fear. In fact, boogeymen and other childhood boggles fear YOU. Often assisted by the Death of Rats and his raven, you manage to fix the Universe inbetween working as a governness and educating the masses. The ultimate teacher.

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Neat!

Your Score: Susan Sto Helit

You scored 86 intelligence, 52 morality, and 56 physical strengenth!

As Death's granddaughter (a long story, which you greatly dislike), you inherited his ultimate practicality and lack of fear. In fact, boogeymen and other childhood boggles fear YOU. Often assisted by the Death of Rats and his raven, you manage to fix the Universe inbetween working as a governness and educating the masses. The ultimate teacher.

Link: The Which Discworld Character Am I Test written by smirkette on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test View My Profile(smirkette)

Neat!

Your Score: Susan Sto Helit

You scored 86 intelligence, 52 morality, and 56 physical strengenth!

As Death's granddaughter (a long story, which you greatly dislike), you inherited his ultimate practicality and lack of fear. In fact, boogeymen and other childhood boggles fear YOU. Often assisted by the Death of Rats and his raven, you manage to fix the Universe inbetween working as a governness and educating the masses. The ultimate teacher.

Link: The Which Discworld Character Am I Test written by smirkette on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test View My Profile(smirkette)

so, we don't need this at all

Adam and I were on the highway almost home, and the car began making a very bad noise. A boom, and a rattle, and a shake, and more rattling, metal banging high speed against metal, under the hood. My husband, determined, drove the little white Neon Espresso (affectionately named Ghost) into Gaithersburg, into the parking lot of the Walnut Hill shopping center, where his mother's flower shop used to be, now an international jeweler's. We got out of the car and opened the hood. A sparkplug was missing. It appeared to just shoot out, and we can hope the entire plug is missing and not half, because if the other half is still in the engine, that's a problem.
Adam called our mechanic friend, Joey, and had a talk. Then he called Billy. Billy came and picked us up and took us back to our house. Later on, Joey came over with Adam's big green van, which had been at Joey's shop for a few months having work done. Adam can drive the van until the white car is fixed, and then Joey can take the van back and finish the repairs.
Joey's coworker, Scott, will be picking up the Neon with a tow truck. Adam and Joey just left to meet him. Joey will take a look tomorrow and hopefully everything will be all right.
We are hoping it's just the sparkplug. Joey assures us that he can get her up and running and purring. Because at worse, Adam will need a new old car. And we don't want to let Ghost go, not yet, she's only ten years old.
Adam's boss owes him four thousand dollars due to some issues with past paychecks not having the right about of money; and worse came to worse, Adam can ask his boss for help in buying another car. But we can hope it doesn't come to that, you know? We can use that money for barter for an electrician, or other house repairs. I'm crossing my fingers.
Cross your fingers for Ghost, please?

I'm eating leftover Chinese food and staying calm.
It's really good Chinese food. Basil chicken with sauteed mushrooms in a spicy brown sauce, and vegetable lo mein. I'm not really hungry but the food is delicious.

so, we don't need this at all

Adam and I were on the highway almost home, and the car began making a very bad noise. A boom, and a rattle, and a shake, and more rattling, metal banging high speed against metal, under the hood. My husband, determined, drove the little white Neon Espresso (affectionately named Ghost) into Gaithersburg, into the parking lot of the Walnut Hill shopping center, where his mother's flower shop used to be, now an international jeweler's. We got out of the car and opened the hood. A sparkplug was missing. It appeared to just shoot out, and we can hope the entire plug is missing and not half, because if the other half is still in the engine, that's a problem.
Adam called our mechanic friend, Joey, and had a talk. Then he called Billy. Billy came and picked us up and took us back to our house. Later on, Joey came over with Adam's big green van, which had been at Joey's shop for a few months having work done. Adam can drive the van until the white car is fixed, and then Joey can take the van back and finish the repairs.
Joey's coworker, Scott, will be picking up the Neon with a tow truck. Adam and Joey just left to meet him. Joey will take a look tomorrow and hopefully everything will be all right.
We are hoping it's just the sparkplug. Joey assures us that he can get her up and running and purring. Because at worse, Adam will need a new old car. And we don't want to let Ghost go, not yet, she's only ten years old.
Adam's boss owes him four thousand dollars due to some issues with past paychecks not having the right about of money; and worse came to worse, Adam can ask his boss for help in buying another car. But we can hope it doesn't come to that, you know? We can use that money for barter for an electrician, or other house repairs. I'm crossing my fingers.
Cross your fingers for Ghost, please?

I'm eating leftover Chinese food and staying calm.
It's really good Chinese food. Basil chicken with sauteed mushrooms in a spicy brown sauce, and vegetable lo mein. I'm not really hungry but the food is delicious.

so, we don't need this at all

Adam and I were on the highway almost home, and the car began making a very bad noise. A boom, and a rattle, and a shake, and more rattling, metal banging high speed against metal, under the hood. My husband, determined, drove the little white Neon Espresso (affectionately named Ghost) into Gaithersburg, into the parking lot of the Walnut Hill shopping center, where his mother's flower shop used to be, now an international jeweler's. We got out of the car and opened the hood. A sparkplug was missing. It appeared to just shoot out, and we can hope the entire plug is missing and not half, because if the other half is still in the engine, that's a problem.
Adam called our mechanic friend, Joey, and had a talk. Then he called Billy. Billy came and picked us up and took us back to our house. Later on, Joey came over with Adam's big green van, which had been at Joey's shop for a few months having work done. Adam can drive the van until the white car is fixed, and then Joey can take the van back and finish the repairs.
Joey's coworker, Scott, will be picking up the Neon with a tow truck. Adam and Joey just left to meet him. Joey will take a look tomorrow and hopefully everything will be all right.
We are hoping it's just the sparkplug. Joey assures us that he can get her up and running and purring. Because at worse, Adam will need a new old car. And we don't want to let Ghost go, not yet, she's only ten years old.
Adam's boss owes him four thousand dollars due to some issues with past paychecks not having the right about of money; and worse came to worse, Adam can ask his boss for help in buying another car. But we can hope it doesn't come to that, you know? We can use that money for barter for an electrician, or other house repairs. I'm crossing my fingers.
Cross your fingers for Ghost, please?

I'm eating leftover Chinese food and staying calm.
It's really good Chinese food. Basil chicken with sauteed mushrooms in a spicy brown sauce, and vegetable lo mein. I'm not really hungry but the food is delicious.