Saturday, 7 August 2010

Chapter 1164: wherein I grouse about spelling weenies

Not about spelling the word weenies, no. About the weenies who are so... well, weenie about spelling.

Specifically, transatlantic spelling.

It always amazes me just how up in arms a certain quarter of the world can get about American versus British spelling. As a Canadian I tend to favour a fair number of British spellings, yes (although you'll never catch me using tyre or gaol since it's not the usual thing around here) and I suppose it's partly a patriotic no-I'm-not-American-thanks feeling as much as anything (and to any of my two fans who happen to be American: no, I'm not anti-American. I'm just not American, and I'm very fond of the little differences between our two countries that make them unique entities), but there's no way that I would get all huffy if someone around here decided to use an American spelling.

Um, let's modify that slightly. I get a bit huffy if one of our staff members uses center rather than centre, but that's mostly because this place has centre as part of its name. It doesn't matter in that case that the actual word is the same no matter the spelling; it's a NAME. It'd be like if you took either my first or last name -- which both, sadly, have a multitude of spellings -- and arbitrarily decided to use one of the alternate spellings because they both sound the same so it doesn't matter. Yes, it does. One spelling would be my name, and any others wouldn't. Same goes for centre when you're referring to a building. If the people who run the building call it a centre, then it's a centre. Full stop.

Having made that exception, I'll say again that I'm not going to get all huffy if someone chooses to use American spellings in their day-to-day existence. There certainly are a lot of people out there who would, though. And there's probably just as many who get their knickers in a twist over British archaisms and extra letters.

It's all pretty stupid.

No, really. It is.

On the one hand it's just an excuse for misplaced snobbery (um... is there a place for placed snobbery?) and we-created-the-language-ism, and on the other it's progress and get-your-head-out-of-the-sixteenth-century-ites. Both sides are ignoring the fact that languages naturally evolve, and English has had a fairly long time to evolve in many different places. Of course there will be changes when language is used in different locales. Different cultures, different educations, different day-to-day lives all lead to different ways to use a language. And if the language doesn't change, then it becomes useless.

So, to any well-educated Englishman who snots about the American use of ass instead of arse being a mistake, let me say stuff it. Americans say ass. The average American ear hears the generalised RP speaker saying ass too, not hearing the elided R and the difference in vowel. Hell, half the time I miss it, and I'm an admitted anglophile. American English has evolved to the point where the word for donkey sounds like the word for bottom. And That's. Not. Evil. Or ignorant. Or anything else but different, really.

And while we're on asses, any of my two fans who are British might be interested to know that in general it's a shock to most of us in North America that when the word fanny is used you're thinking of a very different thing than we are...

Anyway. I'd like to go on and give a stupid example or two from the American English-people-think-they're-sooo-smart side of things to even up the point of view a little, but I really should get back to work. No doubt it'll come up again anyway, because you can't be on the internet without noticing silly stuff like this.

Or at least I can't.





I'd probably get a bit more done if I could, really.

Friday, 6 August 2010

Pointless photo of the day:

Yes, again.

To be honest, I'm feeling a bit off just at the moment, and for no apparent reason. It came on pretty suddenly, too, so I'm not sure what the heck is going on.

Maybe I need to reboot or something.

Anyway, enjoy the hollyhock. That's about all you're getting from me today.

Thursday, 5 August 2010

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

The Maple leaf forever


The title of the post could actually start me off on how much I dread hearing the national anthem...such as it is. It's boring. And it's confusing or at the least not clear. We're standing on guard and watching thee rise ... who, exactly or where.

Why yes, I do think the other choice may've been a better one.

But no matter; although I do think maple leaves are nice, we don't want the blog to turn into a pumpkin, you know, with a point and all.

And I have documented quite clearly why a person shouldn't decide to blog her thoughts at the time of night when trashy magazines should be acting as a sleep aid. Clearly.

And before I forget to mention it: enjoy the cool photo of the leaf. Even I like this one. If I do say so.

Tuesday, 3 August 2010

Playing with toys

And one fast bee...

Ok, maybe not so fast. I just thought it was a weird enough picture to fit right in around here. The photos in the next while, by the way, might be even less inspired than usual. I tried to take some new ones yesterday, but with all the rain we had in July the current crop of mosquitoes is extremely persistent. I didn't last too long in the yard before I'd had enough.

More than enough.

In fact, the joy of dealing with the mosquitoes that had made it into the house combined with the general warmth made my father's place even harder to sleep in last night than my apartment is, believe it or not. I'm definitely not firing on all cylinders at the moment.

That's why I decided to fiddle with some blog toys instead of bothering to come up with any readable blather today. Yeah, I've changed things around a little again. I'm not sure yet what'll stay or what'll go, but this is how it stands for... well, probably for the rest of the week at least since I'm not likely to be fiddling with it at work. As for the new tabs, to be honest I was mostly trying them out for work since I seem to have turned this blog into a guinea pig. If you can think of anything that actually should be on a tab here (as opposed to the nonsense I've got up now), drop me a comment.

Going now. Probably to play with the blog toys some more.

Monday, 2 August 2010

Pointless thought of the day:

Ever notice that your whole day can change just by putting on the damp bra that you had to take off to wash because you forgot to bring a spare with you?

Ok, maybe that's just me.

And incidentally, in case anyone wondered -- I do indeed have nipples. Oh yes I do.

TMI? Ah, I'm sure we'll all survive that revelation.

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I'm beginning to think that maybe this blog is a little bipolar. No, not the blogger (as far as I know, at least); the blog. I was just looking through the archives for something and happened to hit upon one of my more extensively blathery periods. It was a bit weird to read through, actually. I was obviously in the middle of some philosophy book or other (I have my philosophy book moments, yes) and apparently thought that everyone needed to know all of my thoughts on thinking.

Oh, Talking Heads on the internet radio. Give me a moment while we burn down the house, ok?

All right then. Where were we? Um... changing laundry loads, I guess. Be right back.





Ok. One massive distraction later, I need to read back to see where I was going with this. Hmm. Bipolar blog, eh? All right then. The shorter version of where I was headed was that sometimes this place is almost manic in its wordiness (and, um, weird turns of phrase. Do I really write that stuff?) and sometimes it's nearly depressed in its I've-got-nothingness. There are all sorts of reasons for that, of course. Often it's just a factor of time since I don't have a computer and am dependent on a few minutes stolen from work or a morning here at my father's place in between clothes-washing for my blog time. It doesn't always give a person the optimal opportunity to compose a thought, you know?

There's more to it than that, of course. There's the fact that I've been blogging for a pretty long time now -- it's hard to get a proper sense of just how long since I deleted several years' worth of posts from the other blog when I decided to use it for artier things instead -- and inevitably a long-running blather becomes circular. I mean, I know that my two fans don't often read back to see just how circular, but even at that I don't want to spend all of my time repeating myself. As a result, I'll occasionally start in on a topic with gusto, get a few paragraphs in, realise I've probably already said all of this before, and end up with nothing but a pointless photo to show for my time.

Also, (and this is something that I truly do have to fight), there's the whole thing with clamming up. If there's something on my mind, especially if it's something really personal, I find myself not wanting to blog in case it all comes out in a completely inappropriate manner. This isn't meant to be a diary, and it's definitely not meant to be a psychotherapist. It's just pointless observations from an occasionally slightly odd person, that's all. And if something's bothering me, I don't really want my bother-coloured observations out there for everyone to see.

Yes, I know that several people have made careers out of doing just that. I think I'd get tired of maintaining a constant level of being insulted/indignant/angry, though. And I'd hope that you'd get tired of me if I tried to do it.

So where does that leave us? Oh, not with any kind of revelation. I'd be surprised if that was the case with a trivial blog like this one anyway. I guess what I'm saying is bear with me. I'm human, and I go through things. Sometimes I'm weird, sometimes I'm wordy, sometimes I'm blank, sometimes I'm knowledgeable, and occasionally I might even be a little bit entertaining. And if I happen to be going through a period where I'm not in the slightest? Well, it'll probably come back again at some point. Everything does.



And in the mean time, there's always the archives on the sidebar over there. ---------->
There are a lot of words to be found in the archives. Possibly even some worth reading...






Or not. It's just a blog, after all.

I like it that way.

Sunday, 1 August 2010

Oh dear

I've been actually working at work, and as a result I've forgotten what I was going to blather about.

Thought it would come back to me, but it hasn't.

Hmm.

That must make it time for a brand new feature on the blog that I just made up now:

POINTLESS RANDOM QUESTION OF THE DAY!!!!!

Um, yeah. I don't know either. Let's just do this thing, ok?

Question:

Why is the potty dance?

No, not why does the potty dance. It's not a riddle. Why is the potty dance, as in why does it exist? We've all done it as children (for all I know, some of us still do it as adults), but what's it actually supposed to do? Seems to me that if you really really really have to pee all that jiggling around is just going to make things worse...






Yeah. This new blog feature may or may not be long for this world.

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On another note, the new gum I bought yesterday and am trying for the first time today is currently disintegrating in my mouth. Wonderful. It's advertised as having a very long lasting flavour, but if the gum itself doesn't last how the h-e-double-hockey-sticks can a person say anything about the flavour?

Geez, people.
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