Yep, I’m A Snob

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May 172011
 

I’ve noticed that when I’m reading a web article, regardless of the site… if I run across a spelling or grammatical error, like “their” when it should be “they’re,” my perception of the site’s credibility immediately plummets. Basic language mistakes like that, to me, communicate “this site is a one-man operation that can’t even afford a proofreader, never mind a fact checker.”

I mentioned this prejudice to my husband, who pointed out to me that most web sites now are not publishing articles to be informative, but to churn out content in order to generate click-through revenue. And considering the low rates I’ve seen offered for “web writers,” it’s not too surprising that the authors of such articles aren’t exactly producing stellar work.

So I guess I’m a language snob. And I’m okay with that.

Adjustments

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May 152011
 

Alpha Geek is getting used to the idea that I want to go places now. For the better part of ten years, when he’d ask if I wanted to go accompany him somewhere, I’d say no. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because the IBS made me reluctant to go places that involved long drives or uncertain bathroom availability.

Now that I’ve found a fix for the IBS, I’m hardly ever home. And when Alpha Geek heads out to do something, more often than not I go along with him.

“It’s weird having you want to go places,” he remarked yesterday, as we headed for a local mall.

Later, he added, “I feel like since you’re with me, I need to hurry with what I’m doing and not dawdle around, because you’ll want to go home.”

“Well, you’ll just have to get over that,” I replied.

Children Are Gross

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May 122011
 

The toilet in the hall bathroom has a gizmo to prevent it from running endlessly if the flapper is leaky. It involves a little ratchet that prevents the floater from going down, attached to a plastic chain that hooks to the flush lever. The idea is, even if the water level goes down, the floater will stay up unless the flush lever is pushed.

Yesterday the little plastic chain broke. Hence, the floater wouldn’t go down, the tank wouldn’t refill, and the toilet couldn’t be flushed.

Now, we have two bathrooms in our house. Two. We’re privileged that way.

So you would think that, on seeing that the toilet wasn’t flushing, my children—my teenaged, supposedly intelligent children—would go use the other bathroom.

Or maybe you wouldn’t think that, because you know some children and are familiar with their disgusting ways.

That’s right, my two boys continued to use the non-flushing toilet all night, filling it with piss and toilet paper and who-knows-what that wasn’t visible in the nastiness.

Today I repaired the chain. It was easy, I used a paperclip and had it working again in two minutes. Then, not realizing that the toilet paper floating in the bowl was hiding an entire night’s worth of output, I flushed the thing to see if my fix had worked.

Yeah. You can probably picture the fun I’ve had cleaning that up.

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