My desk lamp is still out. The light bulb did not magically replace itself while I spent part of the week in the Windy City. I would like to use the shadow cast by my giant head over the keyboard as an excuse for my numerous typos, but such an argument would be naught but excuse-making.
Today is payday, a bi-weekly event that always brings a smile to my face. I enjoy seeing numbers to the left of the decimal point in my bank account. Many years ago (1,413 to be exact), I worked for a small plastics company. I was up in the office wasting time and told the lady doing payroll to see if she could add a couple of extra zeroes to my paycheck that week. She laughed at my poor joke. Friday came and there to the right of the decimal were two perfectly penned zeroes in the third and fourth decimal places. There is something to take away from that boring story. Be careful for what you you ask.
I am not a perfect writer by any means. In point of fact, my writing ability has diminished since starting this time-waster. The Indy Star is running a series of radio ads featuring their writers. I am sure an ad agency has written the script, because every spot has the writer using the tag line "...its not just what I report on". I could be wrong, but shouldn't a professional writer know not to end a sentence with a preposition? Doesn't there need to be an object of the preposition? Isn't the "on" completely extraneous? I know, pot/kettle from someone who always uses too many words.
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224 words. How many were too many?
Ed -- you will have to be the judge of that
I can't remember ever thinking "too many" here. But then, I'm old.
Memory? What memory?
d;-)
Ah Jean, you are so sweet.
This whole post was too many words. In fact this response is too many words.
Pointless Post.
There I said it.
I ... told the lady doing payroll to see if she could add a couple of extra zeroes to my paycheck that week. Friday came and there to the right of the decimal were two perfectly penned zeroes in the third and fourth decimal places. There is something to take away from that boring story.
I have a new heroine. Payroll Lady rules the Earth!
At least you're posting something, Joe.
Sorry I was so snide Jean. My lack of creativity has left me somewhat down on my efforts.
Subconsciously I must know my insane scribblings cannot be as bad as I usually imagine, nor as brilliant as I sometimes think. Living with an overwhelming ego infused with self-deprecating humor is a hard tightrope to walk. especially when juggling multiple personalities.
Perhaps the readership pops in only to rubberneck the disaster, much like the curiosity inspired by a fog-induced pile-up on the highway.
Better yet, perhaps I should avoid insomnia-inspired commenting at four-thirty in the morning...
I didn't read snide.
More like snarky sense of humor.
My second comment was a derogatory slap at my lack of posting.
Most of us are our own worst critics, non?
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