November 29 - country & grammar
(a cam snap as I'm writing here in the dark)
Well... no snow. Just more rain. It snowed in the northern area of the province, and it snowed on the mountains of course, but not here in Vancouver BC. I'm actually disappointed, the part of me that fills with childlike anticipation at the thought of snow had won out over the grinchy part of me, and when I woke up to the usual grey onslaught... I was a little blue about it.
Okay, yesterday when I wrote in my journal I suggested you check out dominate radio. Well, I have a little amendment to that. Everyone is entitled to their own (bad) tastes. I have a personal hard time with the appreciation of country music. In general people seem to either like country music (why oh why?!?...) or they really don't. I tuned into dominate radio today to be greeted by the twangy tones of country tunes, and unlike some masochists, I buckled, and after 2 minutes of safe-wording, realizing all I had to do was hit the stop on winamp, or mute, or jump up and down on the speakers. So, my sincerest apologies to anyone who feels the same and chanced upon dominate radio during their truly most sadistic of dj's. So, they still have great music at times, and great contests. But be forewarned... you are entering the territory of experienced sadists... proceed with caution, and remember, they cannot hear you if you safe-word. From now on I'm tuning in with my finger hovering over the stop button. Okay, okay... a little extreme, and my apologies to all country music fans (do you think your mothers could have been on some not yet discovered fetal brain altering medication while you were in the womb?, what else could explain this mass warping of peoples hearing?) You know people who a) listen to country music and b) do not do bdsm are thoroughly confused and possibly insulted by now, and/or may be hitting a little button to exit themselves out of my journal right now, but you know what... that's okay.
Well, now that I've said that, I don't know what to say, that was truly my main motivation for writing tonight. I was mortified, my good reputation was at stake. (Please do not send me country music loving hate-mail). To each their own. I love all other kinds of music, I do. I just don't get country.
I also added some links to my side bar of three excellent sites, which are affiliated with one another. Really great resources, with lots of interesting free content. I've been meaning to give links for www.scarletletters.com , www.femmerotic.com and www.scarleteen.com for some time now, as they are beautifully done sites with excellent content, that I've visited off and on for some time now, but hadn't gotten around to putting up. I get so focused sometimes on working on the parts of the site that I really love to work on or things that really have to be done, or things that are about creating more traffic, that sometimes the little things like that slip to the end of the list over and over again, even though they only take minutes. So I feel better now that they're there on my side bar. <smile> I have so many projects on the to do list. That it hurts to start thinking about them. I just have to take things in stride, and do them in my own time, and not get too hard on myself. and prioritize. (Don't you just love my grammar... I know when I make mistakes, I'm just linguistically lazy. A cunning linguist with a bad attitude, I actually have an anti-authoritarian gripe about spelling, word usage, and grammar as we're taught it in school. I play by the rules when I have to, like when I wrote my thesis. Though, where ever I can, I'm naughty. I like to use big long run on sentences that go on for ever, with commas, and glorious strings of ellipses. I like to make little choppy sentences that don't even qualify as sentences. Sometimes I make spelling mistakes, and even though my computer reminds me with the red slash of a line... I keep on typing, and I -don't- go back to click over correct. When I read over my own journal entry the next day and see that I've used their instead of there or instead of they're.. or wear instead of were instead of we're... some of my favorite little mix ups. I smile my secret anti-grammatical self indulgently smug smile. I loved linguistics in university though. Where we studied how language constantly evolved, and the rules changed all the time, and you know how they changed? One person, or two or three would start to break a rule, then it would be a little group, then a bigger group, then before you know it, what was once an error became common usage, and whammo, the group of educators who were once correcting those mistakes are then teaching them as proper usage in the new generation. So. I realize most of my mistakes are just that.. mistakes, but just think of it... in my chaotic and careless use of language... I'm creating little mutations, some of which may go on to be the cutting edge of new linguistic trends. I'm not a bad writer! I'm a pioneer damn it! (always think positive)
That. Is my language rant. Now I'm happy. And the country music listening school teachers of the western world who don't understand why people would willingly smack one another around in a relationship, are never coming back, either that, or they'll be back en force, with torches.
Your never too big to be a sexy naked porn star, and you're never too bad at grammar and spelling to write out your thoughts.
I'm here to stay.
Good day.
XO
Katt
Come on.... just a little something, money for tea? for Christmas dinner? for toilet paper? for shaving cream? for a puppy? for oranges? for tampons? for paper? for Mr. Noodle? hooked on phonics lessons?
