We finally got some rain.
And it’s now cool enough to walk Molly — in the middle of the day.
… and blankets, and the sun, and warm fires, and being tucked in.
And Molly dislikes the cold.
But there is one grammatical mistake that I particularly enjoy encountering. It has become almost fun for me to come across people who take the phrase “a lot” and condense it down into one word, because when someone says “alot,” this is what I imagine:
The Alot is an imaginary creature that I made up to help me deal with my compulsive need to correct other people’s grammar. It kind of looks like a cross between a bear, a yak and a pug, and it has provided hours of entertainment for me in a situation where I’d normally be left feeling angry and disillusioned with the world.
For example, when I read the sentence “I care about this alot,” this is what I imagine:
If someone says something like “I feel lonely alot” or “I’m angry alot,” I’m going to imagine them standing there with an emo haircut, sharing their feelings with an Alot.
Read the whole brilliant post on how alot’s can help you cope with people’s spelling errors on Hyperbole and a Half
I wonder if there’s any correlation between what pet you choose in real life & which website gets the most of your traffic…
From: If Websites were Pets on College Humor
About seven months ago, we got a boerboel-lab mix puppy from the pet store.
She was starving, tiny, infected with worms, and free.
Now? She’s awesome, large, healthy, and photogenic.
Basically? I hate them. If the dog has a tag or is well behaved, I might just dislike it.
But when the dog follows me all the way while I walk Molly and JoJo?
And when the dog is small enough to slip through our gate and into our yard?
Or when two larger dogs decide Molly is intriguing and keep sniffing Molly?
And when Molly doesn’t even like these dogs?
And when the dogs keep tripping me?
Of course, these dogs rarely have collars on, and never have tags. Which makes it impossible to call up their owner and say please take your dog back.
And that is why I hate stray dogs.
P.S. Although I always hate stray dogs, I hate them more when Molly is in heat, because they get about three million times more annoying.
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