So, I’d be totally into this. The Nerd American sent it around the office and even though it’s a four day commitment — Saturdays of your choosing — to me, it’d be like taking a mini class. I wonder if I can find someone to go with…
So, the weirdest thing happened. I posted some photos on Facebook of our little tournament on Saturday — yeah, ahem. We totally won. Rawk fingers — and one of my teammates corrected the grammar in one of my comments. Now, we bust each other up quite a bit (eat it Mitchell), so that’s not the weird. That came when some random person that saw the photo in her news feed congratulated my friend on his correction of my grammar, saying that he “beat [her] to it.” That’s just poor Facebook form in my opinion, and not just because I was the one in need of correction. I tend to be lazy with grammar in casual settings like Facebook comments. I forgo capitalization, punctuation, and am well-known to omit commas to the degree that it may appear I’m actually illiterate. But really, it works for me because commas indicate a break in the sentence — a breath when reading it — and if you’ve heard me on a roll, a lack of commas fits. But even if I were precious in my grammar skills when making fun of my friends — which is what these comments generally amount to — perhaps you should take a minute and think about the fact that perhaps you should reserve comment for people that actually care what you think. Or, maybe I should just start to be a little more controlling of my security settings….Anyway, here’s the pic. Aren’t we cute? Half of us are hammered.
A few more things:
Hilarious! and so true.
I had a dream about Lloyd Bridges last night and it concluded with this scene. I woke up laughing:
I do not always agree with Mr. Sullivan but I feel him here. The basics of the Man’s teaching are so very, very good. Forgiveness, never leaving a man behind, helping and elevating the spirit of the poor and weak, recognizing your own role in a fabric of grand design and being thankful for it, putting the pain and hatred that comes with life in the proper perspective, and just walking through the world in love. It is always so incredibly confusing to me why people hate Christianity when they do. No one has ever explained that feeling to me in any way that sounds like something other than “It provides a standard and requires my cooperation and acceptance that there are consequences and I don’t want that.”
When this song came out a few months ago, I really liked it but didn’t really want to listen to it because it made me sad. I have been accused by the brothers of loving depressing stuff so I was trying not to promote the sad. But Charlie suggested it sounded like Peter Gabriel and I love me some PG so, here’s my new obsession. I have all this choreography in my head. And their voices make me shiver when they hit the high notes. Love, love, love. [UPDATE: can’t believe I forgot to write this — this song is dedicated to all the exes and is basically a cautionary tale that it’s never too late to stop being a jerk guys and gals…Also, I inadvertently posted the dance remix version which is far inferior to the original. That mistake has been rectified. Listen again.]