I hate mispronunciations.
I hate poor punctuation.
I hate bad grammar.
And... I'm the worst offender of them all!
Ah, well... I'm happy regardlessly! I talk, write and speak with a hick voice, dialect and intellect. That's not to be confused with Southern or red-necked. I am those, too- thus explaining the influences and the intermingling of vernaculars.
Nor am I a hypocrite! I speak hastily and regularly pound out mistakes on the keyboard and gaily sail along in my daily life. Cést la vie! If you find 'em (the mistakes) please overlook. And, when I do call attention to other's mistakes... it is only because my brain kicked into gear, recognized it and my mouth voiced it before I thought "keep it to yourself!". Really and truly... does it matter if everything is correct? Exceptions being résumes?
But this guy is looking for trouble!
Jeff Deck is on a mission and he carries a punctuation repair kit.
His most recent conquest? OREGON! Now, I've got good friend out there who is a whiz-bang at English... I can't believe that he found any in her neighborhood!
Check it out.
an dunt grad e me bye mah arrows.
P.S. I have another good friend who used to be a whiz-bang at chemistry and she correctly identified caffeine in an earlier post this week! Good going, Kat! I'll send you some! I just this morning spotted that comment!!
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