Just call me comma fucker
Mar. 30th, 2014 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwynMan, what the everloving fuck is the matter with the person who posts things to the OTW news feed? At least three times recently, she's posted these insanely long records of chats that have completely borked my friends page, and I and many other people have repeatedly asked her to use a cut tag and she just keeps posting them in one piece. Has never responded to our requests, either. So many people have unsubbed from the feed, and I guess I'm going to have to, too. I like reading the OTW news, but fuck that -- if someone's so cavalier about borking people's friends page, I'm not staying signed up.
Reading things handled badly seems to be the order of the week for me. I'm finishing up the last pages of a really badly written book (this is a perfect example of the downside of the self-publishing revolution) that has not been helped by the copyeditor, a woman I've actually known for many years in a way through an editors' organization I belong to. I'm kind of shocked at how bad of a job she's done, particularly with punctuation. It's as if she really doesn't understand the basics of grammar. I've never read behind her as a proofer before, but it's been kind of an eye-opener. I suppose the good thing about being a proofreader in this case is that I can at least fix the most glaring errors, like the misuse of appositive commas, and no one will be the wiser. The sad part is that she'll continue to make that mistake. I wish I could feel like it's worth talking to the folks handling the business end of these, but I hate tattling as a general rule, and I'm not sure they'll want to hear it.
I saw on Tumblr recently that apparently the Finns call people like me comma fuckers rather than the really awful term we most often use here, grammar Nazi. I much, much prefer that and have decided to embrace that.
I have a new foster dog, called Billy Gibbons (yes, after the ZZ Top guitarist), who is kind of at cuteness turned up to 11. He has pneumonia, though, so I have to keep inside as much as possible, which is tough because he's young and energetic. He was not socialized to either people or other dogs, but he's seriously clever (well, he's a cairn terrier and poodle mix, so you can imagine how smart he is) so he's picking things up very fast. Like, he didn't know what to do at all about other dogs, but when I took him to meet black_bird_777's dogs Ocean and Buffy, he had a ball playing with Ocean. And he didn't know what to do with toys, but now we play fetch in the house and he's even figured out that he needs to bring the ball toward me so I can throw it.
The downside is that he's a very destructive chewer. I've bought him tons of things to chew on, but he destroyed the USB cable to my Wacom tablet, which I can't replace, so I had to buy another tablet altogether and they don't make the kind of model I want anymore. I found something on ebay, but the prices are high. He also completely destroyed a set of RF cables, but at least I didn't need those; it's when he keeps trying to chew on my electrical cords for my laptop and my back relax chair that I freak out. I can't hide or protect them, so. He also has rather a thing for shoes and carries them around, picks up those and other things and brings them to make a nest in his bed. He chews on them, but at least a little less intensely than other things. He also likes to gnaw on my office chair legs. I've never had a foster who chews like this. I'm tempted to keep him because he's really fucking adorable, but the chewing thing... arg.
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In fannish news, I've been watching quite a few things I mean to write about, if I ever get time. Mostly I'm just dying until I can see Winter Soldier. I've read all but one of the book compilations, and I'm so utterly consumed with Steve and Bucky feels I'm going to explode. I wish I could see it opening weekend, but it's more likely it'll be the following Monday or Tuesday. ::sobs::
Reading things handled badly seems to be the order of the week for me. I'm finishing up the last pages of a really badly written book (this is a perfect example of the downside of the self-publishing revolution) that has not been helped by the copyeditor, a woman I've actually known for many years in a way through an editors' organization I belong to. I'm kind of shocked at how bad of a job she's done, particularly with punctuation. It's as if she really doesn't understand the basics of grammar. I've never read behind her as a proofer before, but it's been kind of an eye-opener. I suppose the good thing about being a proofreader in this case is that I can at least fix the most glaring errors, like the misuse of appositive commas, and no one will be the wiser. The sad part is that she'll continue to make that mistake. I wish I could feel like it's worth talking to the folks handling the business end of these, but I hate tattling as a general rule, and I'm not sure they'll want to hear it.
I saw on Tumblr recently that apparently the Finns call people like me comma fuckers rather than the really awful term we most often use here, grammar Nazi. I much, much prefer that and have decided to embrace that.
I have a new foster dog, called Billy Gibbons (yes, after the ZZ Top guitarist), who is kind of at cuteness turned up to 11. He has pneumonia, though, so I have to keep inside as much as possible, which is tough because he's young and energetic. He was not socialized to either people or other dogs, but he's seriously clever (well, he's a cairn terrier and poodle mix, so you can imagine how smart he is) so he's picking things up very fast. Like, he didn't know what to do at all about other dogs, but when I took him to meet black_bird_777's dogs Ocean and Buffy, he had a ball playing with Ocean. And he didn't know what to do with toys, but now we play fetch in the house and he's even figured out that he needs to bring the ball toward me so I can throw it.
The downside is that he's a very destructive chewer. I've bought him tons of things to chew on, but he destroyed the USB cable to my Wacom tablet, which I can't replace, so I had to buy another tablet altogether and they don't make the kind of model I want anymore. I found something on ebay, but the prices are high. He also completely destroyed a set of RF cables, but at least I didn't need those; it's when he keeps trying to chew on my electrical cords for my laptop and my back relax chair that I freak out. I can't hide or protect them, so. He also has rather a thing for shoes and carries them around, picks up those and other things and brings them to make a nest in his bed. He chews on them, but at least a little less intensely than other things. He also likes to gnaw on my office chair legs. I've never had a foster who chews like this. I'm tempted to keep him because he's really fucking adorable, but the chewing thing... arg.
Obligatory pic:
In fannish news, I've been watching quite a few things I mean to write about, if I ever get time. Mostly I'm just dying until I can see Winter Soldier. I've read all but one of the book compilations, and I'm so utterly consumed with Steve and Bucky feels I'm going to explode. I wish I could see it opening weekend, but it's more likely it'll be the following Monday or Tuesday. ::sobs::
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Date: 2014-03-31 05:29 am (UTC)I sympathize a lot with the loss of your tablet. My rats destroyed the cable of mine, and none of the current affordable wacoms work with Linux yet because they totally changed their drivers and it takes time for the volunteers to reengineer things, since of course wacom doesn't offer any Linux support themselves.
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