Author: gala5931

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“Supposed to”. It means “assumed true”, but we use it to mean “should”. “Jimmy Hoffa is supposed to be dead” vs. “You’re supposed to watch out for that! It’s your job!”.

This is lame. I propose a new word: sposta.

spo-sta (spoh-stuh) – auxiliary verb.
1. should; ought to; must. He’s sposta wash the dishes.

O, Blogworld! Unedited publishers, unite! Use the word! Show those leather-elbowed oligarchs at Merriam-Webster that the language is ours, that it lives here with us on our gaudy webpages and not in their dust-blanketed mahogany bookcases.

Let ‘sposta’ be the warning shot across the bow of their reputation. They would be wise to recognize our meager word — if not we will hit them with a flood of new verbiage equally if not more base and plebian. We don’t need their authoritarian condescension anymore, and if they don’t want to be completely supplanted by pure democracy, that had best show we groundlings some respect.

Why should the linguists decide what is correct? Sposten’t it be a decision made by all users of the language equally? How dare people who have dedicated their lives to the study of English claim the right to rule over it! Just because you have thirty years of experience and alphabet soup after your name doesn’t mean you know more than us, especially if we’re loud and numerous. Proletariat!

Daddy, Daddy! Alex is quoting Elliott Smith again!

Now, son. That’s only natural when people go back to work after vacation.

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Dude, I went to the awesomest library this weekend. I don’t want to wig anybody out, but I think it may have been created for me. One of those deals where God goes back in time and makes it so it was always there. See, I was talking about libraries with Dr. V. So I says to him I says “libraries should sell coffee and have free wifi”. His reply? “We’re going there tomorrow”.

Add this to the litany of cautionary tales regarding the complete uselessness of the staff at videogame stores.

My dear old grandmother plays bridge regularly. She had a copy of Hoyle’s Classic Games for her PC, with which she would practice her mad brizzidge skillz. The CD disappeared, and she needed to reinstall.

Now, one would think that if an old lady were to walk into a videogame specialty store with the case for an earlier version of a current title — a title which was in stock at the store, no less — and ask for help, she would leave with a newly purchased game. There, gentle reader, is where you would be wrong. Dear old Grandma was informed that they did not have the game and that she should leave with haste. I assume she was asked if she wanted to pre-order Madden ’08.

On my recent visit to VT, a stop was made at the mall. Now, I’m not good for much, but finding videogames? Come on. I walked in, looked under “H”, found the game, and purchased it. Clearly I have some kind of preternatural ability. What else could explain how I was able to make the game appear where none was there before? I certainly hope her bridge acumen improves, what with me foresaking my immortal soul and all.

Considering this, I would like to point out that I am an HR information systems manager for a hospital. So, I’m #1 and #7 and work with lots of people in #2. Sweet.

Quick wordplay post for you.

Looks as if the Mountain Goats will not be returning to Buffalo this year, despite their “see you next year” promises. I think… I think we may have scared them. The image of four of us standing far behind the crowd, arms crossed and heads moving just slightly in time to the strumming, while in truth a reverent meditation, may have appeared as disdain or even derision from the stage. The dude just fled off stage after his encore, as if about to chase the bottom of a bottle, break hotel furniture, and make incoherent threats towards abstractions.

You must go to SHPAAAAAAH!!!

Need some new geek duds? Swing on over to the cafepress shop and see just what it is I’ve been doing with my evenings.

Finally! At last I learn what these damn stickers mean.