The Blog
The Blog
Oh, and another thing
Sunday, 07 December 2008 13:13
AP Style can kiss my pimply white behind.
I've worked for years, nose pressed against the screen, dorkin' around with Track Changes, or even the old fashioned way with pluma roja going through line by line word by word comma by semi-colon tweaking and stressing over details. In the words of Ricky Ricardo, "NO MORE!!" I am not goin' to the Club Tropicana.
I will endeavor to make my meaning clear, but I'm in a hurry, i've got a dodgy shift key so don't think i'm goin' all e.e. cummings on ya' I just sometimes won't make these posts perfect. Fire me.
Oh, no, you can't can you, see it's my blog MINE MINE all mine, see. And I can write whatever I want (until my wife tells me I can't). So post comments or write me emails telling me about typos and grammatical errors, i'll enjoy reading them, but i'm not going to worry about it.
Another benefit of being under-employed, you've already been canned.
What have you got to lose?
The Beginning of a Blog
Sunday, 07 December 2008 02:56
In the beginning there was the word. Well, actually, first there were letters...no, wait, first there were sounds...crying sounds, then shrieking demands, then letters, then the word. Then there was more than one word, and I learned to write them on a page with many lines, dotted lines, with examples of how to write the letters, and there were pencils with red erasers and we bit them and bit the little metal things around the erasers until our teeth hurt.
Then they gave us pens, one of the most permanent of all writing utensils. Then I took a typing class and Coach Gary Johnson (who doubled as the typing teacher) threw chalk erasers at me, the big ones that exploded with dust when they smacked you in the chest because you wanted to do qwerty one more time after he told the class to STOP.
Then there was the greenscreen computer that ate my paper, and I had to rewrite the whole thing and I said, you know, i can do without these computer things. So, I went to college and wrote a bunch of crappy papers and a crappy thesis and I did it all on my old Brother. And then I had to get a job and I worked on a terminal in a cubicle. I hated it, so I quit.
I wanted to write. Not with a pencil or a pen or on a computer, I wanted to write to scream to rip words straight out of my soul and make people feel them, feel how I felt, to understand...to understand...oh, bugger if I know...I just didn't have a choice, I wrote. Scrawled on the backs of receipts or in cluttered notebooks or on a Mac or a PC or in an email or a press release or a datasheet or in a pack of matches (wait that was just a phone number).
And then there was the blog...
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