It seems I’m in a bit of a funk lately. Feeling unmotivated, either because I’m tired or lazy. Or maybe both. Heh, reminds me of the boss saying “John, are you ignorant or just apathetic?” My response: I don’t know and I don’t care! Yeah, that’s as good as it’s gonna get around here today.
Anyway, I’m blowing off my afternoon walk. I’ll make up for it tomorrow. We are doing an “outstation” Hash in San Narcisco, about an hour from here on the South China Sea. Looking forward to the change of scenery.
Took a second place in last night’s darts tournament. Pretty surprising in that I wasn’t throwing particularly well and my partner seemed to be math-challenged. Here’s an example: in the finals, he had a 38 out and one dart left. The ONLY shot in that situation is the double 19. For some reason known only to him, he threw a 13. Non-sensical. Our opponents took full advantage and eliminated us on their next throw. I was glad to be done with it.
Well, here’s something newsworthy–I’m going to criticize someone else’s writing. And that’s a pretty big deal considering all the mistakes I make. Anyway, Sarah Hoyt is a pretty well-known sci-fi writer having published numerous books. I’ve never read any of them though. She’s also a regular contributor over at Instapundit. And she also has her own blog. This morning I followed a link there for the first time.
One of the things that’s puzzling hell out of me is how the democrats are acting this election.I always assume they have better on the found intelligence than the republicans, because they know not just who is voting for whom, but also all the dead who’ll be voting, how many illegals they can commander, and precisely how many votes they can “harvest.”
Between the “human wave” of illegals, which they credit with flipping Virginia (no, seriously. The left is saying this. Which makes you wonder if they’re even AWARE of the difference between residence and citizenship. They seem to be convinced if you cross the border, you can vote. Perhaps that’s why they think our opposition to this stuff is “racist” since they’ve lost the concept of citizenship.) and the fact felons now vote in FL (which means we’ll never win it again. Not until after the troubles.) and btw the same for another state, though I can’t remember which right now, I’d think they’d be sure of victory.
But they’re not acting like they’re sure of victory. Unless they’re very, very stupid — which, I grant you, is possible.
Sorry, Kevin Kim. That must have made your head explode. Please, please tell me that even on my worst day I’m not that bad! Anyway, I couldn’t read past the quoted portion above. It was just too painful. And that’s from a “professional” writer. Maybe she was drunk.
I’ll leave you with a couple of memes I saw on Facebook that made me smile:
And there’s this. A song by Tom Waits came up on my Spotify playlist during my morning walk. I’d never heard it before and for some reason, it really resonated with me. There might be a blog post about that, but I’m not ready to write it.
Well I hope that I don’t fall in love with you
‘Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.
Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it,
Before the evening’s gone away, I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.
Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don’t understand,
Well I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we’ve never met,
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.
I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late,
You’d like some some company,
Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me,
The guy you’re with has up and split, the chair next to you’s free,
And I hope that you don’t fall in love with me.
Now it’s closing time, the music’s fading out
Last call for drinks, I’ll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you, you’re nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face, guess I’ll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.
A lot of people quote Sarah approvingly; they’re able to get past her many, many gaffes. She apparently speaks and writes several languages; she’s originally from Portugal, I think, and she has repeatedly said that English isn’t her first language (at a guess, “Hoyt” is her non-Portuguese husband’s surname). Still, that’s no excuse if she has pretensions to playing in the same park as the big dogs on Instapundit and elsewhere. I know French people who speak and write in picture-perfect US English, so that’s the standard I hold Sarah to, especially if she fancies herself an English-language novelist. God, where would she be without editors? And for me, it’s not just the grammar and mechanics that are problematic: the way she puts her ideas together also gives me a headache. If she calls herself a writer, then she’s a bad one.
Oh, yeah—I forgot to say that, on your worst day, you’re not Hoyt-level bad. Whatever might be going on with your punctuation, your ideas are always clear and rational.
Whew! That’s a relief!
Actually, I didn’t know anything about Hoyt I hadn’t seen on Instapundit. I can actually cut her some slack since English isn’t her first language. Still, “commander” for commandeer? Was that a typo, a misspelling, or not knowing they are two different words?
As I said, I’m in no position to criticize given my sloppy writing. It was just surprising to see so many mistakes in one small piece of work. As you said, thank God for editors. BTW, when I hit the lottery I’ll be hiring you to proof my blog entries prior to posting. You’re welcome!