A languid, guilty-pleasure scroll through this week's offerings on PostSecret delivers the usual funny/disturbing/annoying revelations, including this "look how I shocking I am" submission:
Well, I am shocked all right. Shocked that the confessor doesn't know the difference between phased and fazed. And shocked at the price. Does this mean I owe my cat 200 bucks?
"A writer doesn't die of heart failure, he dies of typographical errors" -- Isaac B. Singer
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Point of Order
We took the kiddies to city hall on Saturday to watch the local election returns come in, because nothing says family fun like sitting in a funereal council chamber silently watching numbers change on a screen.
On the way we in, we saw this propaganda poster full of demographically-correct smiley faces, hectoring us to do our civic duty:
You know what else matters, creator of run-on headline? Punctuation.
On the way we in, we saw this propaganda poster full of demographically-correct smiley faces, hectoring us to do our civic duty:
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