Yay! Though, I walk, through the shadow? Of Death! I will fear; No, Evil. I was having that conversation with someone recently, you know, the punctuation conversation, not evils, Pslams or valleys. I can’t remember who. I talked to a lot of people last week. The GF and I were regular social butterflies, we even went to the MSU dairy. Neither of us knew if it was still operating or not having not been there since we were kids. It is.
On a barely related note; several weeks ago her and I got into something that was almost like an argument over Sunnys facebook page. A few days ago she said, in reference to Sunny, “She looks friendly” I went into a long thing about how friendly she was and if they were to meet Sunny would pull every trick she knew to get the GF to like her, charm, wit, nipples. I went a little overboard in saying how similar everybody thought we were to one another, how alike in good humor and social, um, I almost said grace, more like confidence, and shit. I ended it with “… for a lying, cheating dog killing whore.”
What I meant was that the GF and have the sort of thing in common that none of the seven billion other strangers on the planet have, the unique sameness of a shared history. No, wait, I meant lying, cheating, dog killing whore, but it’s not what I meant to say. I wanted to reassure any possible doubt, though I don’t think there is any. I mean at the time finding Sunny was an unbelievable stroke of luck, not like winning the lottery, but like getting a quick pick ticket that is comprised of all the numbers you would have chosen. Finding the GF wasn’t luck at all; I knew who I was looking for. And, you know, something horrible might happen anyhow, but I’ll bet the numbers I would have chosen it won’t have anything to do with lying, cheating, dog killing or whoring.
Ok, so punctuation. I not only don’t remember the who but, too, that’s two butts, I don’t remember the why, which is more disturbing because I think I was lecturing. I was saying how punctuation was not just a complication to frustrate school children but a way of mimicking the inflection of speech. I might have even used the example above, or something equally silly. I can’t imagine the circumstances though. My mom taught English and the GF is fluent in at least three languages other than English (granted, people can be stupid in every language, she’s not though, and learning a language that’s not spoken in the home takes a fair understanding of structure.) Oh, so, um, pretending the parenthetical stuff wasn’t an off stage sotto Voce, everything adds up to me lecturing a stranger on punctuation.
I do get didactic bugs up my squeaky ass, but, as you’ve all witnessed I play fast and loose with grammar, punctuation and shit, and occasionally I just make up words. I’d be on much firmer ground lecturing about child abuse, though even more curious as to why I was lecturing a stranger. I have, though. Lectured a stranger on child abuse. I was a mandatory reporter. You know how you’ve always wished to lecture the person smacking their kid in a grocery store? I got to pretend it was my sacred duty to do so. Ok, it was and it’s yours too, but mandatory reporters flake off as much as noblesse oblige reporters or just concerned shoppers.
One of the reasons for this entry is to see if windows is even fucking working. A sneak attack of windows upgrading and three important programs are clusterfucked.
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