July 22nd, 2008

summer reading

I Strike Again!

I was taking a quick elevator ride just now and hopped on to a car with a person texting (natch, where don't you see that these days?), and two well-dressed men. Just as the doors were closing, one of my colleagues got on. She went to press the button for the first floor, realized the elevator was going up instead of down, and said, "Bummer." One of the two men said, "But you can watch advertising while you ride" and gestured to the ad that was up at that moment.

Yes, we have ads in our elevators. But that's not where I'm going with this.

I then said, "Yes, but that one has a rogue apostrophe that gets me every time."

"Rogue apostrophe?" queried Well-Dressed Man #1.

"There's an extra apostrophe in the word 'clothiers' that doesn't need to be there." By the time I finished this statement, the ad was gone and we had arrived at my destination.

As I got off the elevator, Well-Dressed Man #1 said, "We'll take care of that."

So. Evidently I just opened my mouth and let the Testy Grammarian out to one of the people in charge of the ad. Yay? I mean, on the one hand, I was wondering if I should say anything (they are particular about their dress, and thus their image, so I figured they *may* appreciate it), and on the other, I was thinking if I did say anything they'd just shake their heads at me and wonder who the hell I thought I was.

Now I just have to wait and wonder if they'll correct the right instance of 'clothier's'. It appears twice in the ad, and one of them is proper, but since I couldn't point to the specific rogue I was speaking of, I can only hope they'll get it right this time.

I think this means that now there's no "apparently" about it, it's confirmed once and for all that I am that guy.

I suppose I had to be some type of "that guy", but I find it kind of funny that I'm this one since I don't consider grammar to be a particular strong suit. Oh well - better this than math. Plus, what's life without some irony for flavor?
summer reading


Clearly, elevators were the place for me today. I was wearily leaving work and heard an elevator ding in just as I was walking out the door. At that time of day it takes forever to catch one and I was afraid I was going to miss it. Thankfully, two men were on it and they accidentally got off on my floor, thinking they were at their destination. Their little moment of confusion held the elevator long enough for me to make it. I got on with a colleague and the two men: a very tall cop and a nice looking fireman. The colleague got off on the next floor and I was flirted with by the cop and the fireman for the rest of the ride and all through the lobby. ::fans self:: That may be some kind of cliched fantasy, but it's an awesome one that I highly recommend.

Just saw the preview for the new movie of Brideshead Revisited and I can tell already they've taken out the subtlety and humor, changed the themes & characters, and all-around messed up the story. Plus, no evidence of Anthony Blanche. I mean, honestly, what is the story without Anthony Blanche to tell everyone the truth (that they don't want to hear)?

The house smells of blueberry pie. We bought a half flat of blueberries (Ivanhoe - I think I've found a favorite) and a half flat of raspberries over the week-end. We've been gorging ourselves, but still, something had to be done because there was just no way we were making it through the whole flat of berries in their fresh form. Today was the perfect day for baking, it didn't get above the mid-70s all day, and it's kind of too bad I didn't do any preserving because weather like this in summer is made for making jams and jellies. (And pies.)