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Guest Post: Comma Spliced Blog by gf
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31 Mayıs 2011 Salı
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New Look Blog!
Hasn't the lovely and talented Lindsey from Scenic Glory done a wonderful job?
What do you think of my new look blog design? Lots of you liked the wine glass, as did I but it was completely impracticable unfortunately.
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As I have mentioned, I am in U.K (and mostly away from my laptop)
7th - 11th February. This will mean I can't get around so much to comment amongst other things - I'll make up for it on my return! ;)
It also means I have a series of guest posters to help me out this week.
(You are NOT allowed to enjoy their work more than mine ;)
Today I am chuffed to bits to have a guest post from
gf of 'accordingtogf.blogspot.com'. Read on...
Comma Spliced Blog
I am still in fear of the comma splice. I fear other grammatical errors as well. (The last two sentences came into being as a comma splice; but they were conquered.) I have often wondered, as I have delved into the world of blogging, what mass errors in grammar I have made. "What would Nell say?" I ask myself on a regular basis. I do not even want to know what Nell would say. I fear Nell.
My scholastic friends often help proofread (for a good laugh, no doubt) to help me out on my uneducated attempt at linguistic creativity. I do appreciate their help (Special thanks to Ben Waggoner, Ashley Faircloth, and Jill Faircloth), as I do thank God for the infamous red lines that pop up under words as I write. Possibly, through all of my trial and error, I will improve in this area of grammar. However, I am not holding my breath.
My scholastic friends often help proofread (for a good laugh, no doubt) to help me out on my uneducated attempt at linguistic creativity. I do appreciate their help (Special thanks to Ben Waggoner, Ashley Faircloth, and Jill Faircloth), as I do thank God for the infamous red lines that pop up under words as I write. Possibly, through all of my trial and error, I will improve in this area of grammar. However, I am not holding my breath.
I often wish we would correct ourselves more often, and be as critical of each other when we speak. My mother often did this at home, as did Nell when I was in boarding school. When I was at boarding school, the professors sat at the head of every table with twelve students. For four years I sat at her table for meals. I had no clue why. Was my need to speak correct English so great? Yes.
"How are you doing today, Gregory?" Nell would ask.
Greg: "Aw, I guess I am doing pretty good!"
Nell :"You mean to say you are doing WELL, correct?" (see, right there, a comma, semicolon, or a period!!??)
Greg: "Yes Ma'am"
The destruction of our language is in full force these days. Unfortunately, I believe in some odd way I am guilty of it as well. No, I may not speak in some urban language that has not been mapped out by the professors of language, but I do use slanguage in my speak. Transforming how we (or I) actually speak into a written format is a slickery task. Texting has created an entirely new language; that will have to be dealt with at a later time.
What is wrong about writing like you speak? Have you ever read old documents or books from the 1700's or further back? We have changed. Were they wrong? Not sure about that. So I write in a "conversational style" or some such. I am OK with this. I embrace this. I implore the reader to ignore the occasional grammatical error and hear what is being written. I do wish that I had slept less and paid more attention in Miss Harden's English class.
Click here to see the Five Most Common Grammatical Errors
Click here to see Five Grammatical Errors that make You Look Dumb
I will be visiting these sites often.
Do not think of Miss Harden when you read my blog.
Thanks,
gf
"How are you doing today, Gregory?" Nell would ask.
Greg: "Aw, I guess I am doing pretty good!"
Nell :"You mean to say you are doing WELL, correct?" (see, right there, a comma, semicolon, or a period!!??)
Greg: "Yes Ma'am"
The destruction of our language is in full force these days. Unfortunately, I believe in some odd way I am guilty of it as well. No, I may not speak in some urban language that has not been mapped out by the professors of language, but I do use slanguage in my speak. Transforming how we (or I) actually speak into a written format is a slickery task. Texting has created an entirely new language; that will have to be dealt with at a later time.
What is wrong about writing like you speak? Have you ever read old documents or books from the 1700's or further back? We have changed. Were they wrong? Not sure about that. So I write in a "conversational style" or some such. I am OK with this. I embrace this. I implore the reader to ignore the occasional grammatical error and hear what is being written. I do wish that I had slept less and paid more attention in Miss Harden's English class.
Click here to see the Five Most Common Grammatical Errors
Click here to see Five Grammatical Errors that make You Look Dumb
I will be visiting these sites often.
Do not think of Miss Harden when you read my blog.
Thanks,
gf
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Well, a big thanks to gf for this wonderful post. I recommend you pop by his great blog for more fabulous content. Remember, if you want to guest post, email me your pitch and I'll see what I can do.
Also, don't forget we have Awareness Wednesday and Feature Thursday coming up during the week, as well as the weekly hop beginning Friday night.
Also, don't forget we have Awareness Wednesday and Feature Thursday coming up during the week, as well as the weekly hop beginning Friday night.
Awareness Wednesday
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Awareness Wednesday is hosted by Diamond Potential, a marvellous blog I found last weekend at my weekend blog hop! I immediately wanted to link up to this fabulous linky as there are a few causes which demand attention, that are also dear to my heart.
The cause I'm supporting this week is
Adult Survivors of Child Abuse.
The thing is, it's not a rare phenomena. It's not always committed by dad's and siblings, nor strangers in macs. It's everywhere - neighbours, friends, baby sitters, teachers, priests, social workers, doctors and nurses: Everywhere!! Most of the 'survivors' live half-lives, dissociated from the part of them which is young and scared, and impossible to heal and integrate. As I do.... Even now.
A poem called...
Even Now
Even Now
Even now you are there... in my bile, in my spit, in my sweat. I smell you, your reeking flesh............
...........................when my darling husband looks to me for a loving caress... when he blesses me with his sweet kiss, when he turns to make love to his polluted wife.....I feel you.... deep down within, even now?
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What follows is a Flash Fiction story which some may find disturbing.
Little Jimmy.
Look at little Jimmy; so pale and small. The perfect picture. I’d barely feel him bouncing on my knee. I can imagine his bright green eyes looking up at me, vulnerable and willing.
Such innocence summons me, mocks me.
And yet their usefulness is like ripened fruit; tragically brief. And once taken, they can become so... clingy. I had nothing left for Peter at seventeen. I hear he’s now fabulously popular in Covent Garden, no less. He was always compliant, always very... good.
Such innocence summons me, mocks me.
And yet their usefulness is like ripened fruit; tragically brief. And once taken, they can become so... clingy. I had nothing left for Peter at seventeen. I hear he’s now fabulously popular in Covent Garden, no less. He was always compliant, always very... good.
I'm sure that little Jimmy will bring joy and pleasure, even when uncertainty attempts to interfere. They do so miss their lives to begin with. It's a terrible shame. It is what it is.
By then, of course, he may have to experience a little fear in order to... secure him. Though I'd rather not. That's not to my taste; their willingness to please adds layers to the joy, you see.
But a good little boy will do as he's told... Or else. I learned that the hard way.
But a good little boy will do as he's told... Or else. I learned that the hard way.
No, if he’s compliant we could remain friends for a long time and there will be little, if any need, for theatrics.
We’ve been friends a while now and I think it’s time we met. He is ready for me, finally. Ripe for the plucking, some might say. We'll get along superbly, I just no it.
XBOXBoy13:
“So will U cum bak 4t SAT?”
Jimmy12:
“Yeah - if we can play your new XBOX game?”
XBOXBoy13:
“Gr8. My Dad pik U up@ the prk@2. Can’t w8. ;-) . ”
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The following Wednesday 16th Feb, I will be making you aware of mental illness and the stigma against sufferers like myself. Please leave comments below. Join in the debate - knowledge is power!
