In league with the Grammar League

In light of yesterday's post about the roving grammar police, I am inspired anew to seek out typos and other abuses of the English language. I've not had far to look. At lunch today, I came across a customer service pledge promising that I would be "completely sasistied" by my dining experience. The food was great, if only I could say the same for the typing. As the guys in the article noted, sole proprietorships tend to be the worst offenders when it comes to these things, and this was the case for me today. If only I'd had a million red pens and a few hours to go through and correct all of their menus...

When I grow up...

When I grow up, I want to be one of these guys, or at least do my own pilgrimage in their honor.

Too many conference calls

You know you're in on too many conference calls when you can sing along to the (instrumental) music that is always playing while waiting for the call to begin. Oy...

iTunes rules

Putting one's iTunes on shuffle can yield forgotten little gems., Hearing this for the first time in years has put a HUGE smile on my face. Enjoy!

No wonder I crave egg rolls from time to time

You Are a Fortune Cookie

You're a rather normal person, except that you have extraordinary luck in life. People want to be around you (even when they're a little sick of you), in hopes of being lucky too!

What Kind of Cookie Are You?

One more St Pat's thought...

The St Patrick's Day Massacre

Destruction rained down on Ethan's classroom today, as the class discovered that their room had been overrun by leprechaun vandals over the weekend. Books were tossed around, chairs turned over, name tags on desks switched, and everyone's behavior card was turned to red. No leprechauns were caught (in spite of 20 traps set around the room), but taunting notes, footprints, and gold coins were left in the vandals' wake. Ethan's trap is the one you can see here - the hill with an Irish flag, a pot of gold, and tons of shiny shamrocks and leprechauns glued on to attract the creatures so renown for their love of all things tacky.

Garden Envy

My mom and I went to the San Francisco Flower & Garden Show this afternoon, and I am now in serious need of a garden. I addition to the fabbo display gardens, the vendors were to die for - finally, a garden show that requires vendors to actually be garden-related! Really, how many booths of junk jewelry and happy hands at home crafts must one stroll past without ever stopping before event organizers get that no one wants that crap? Luckily, the SF people get it. I got some great looking plants that I'm itching to get into pots, and a way cool vertical garden pot set. Oh, and now I know what outdoor tub I need to put neat to my dream outdoor shower someday...

WWAPKD?

As a lover of all things 80s, and especially 80s sitcoms, I would be remiss if I didn't post a link to this brilliant editorial in today's NY Times. BTW, I agree with Michael J Fox.