Was just going through some PR texts and stumbled on:
We will continue to attract users, maintain a fresh and “edgy” design and react to technical and business stresses as the user base improves.
Was thinking about editing it into:
We will continue to attract users, maintain a fresh and “edgy” design and react to technical and business stresses as the user base improves. We read that in a book.
We have a few bird feeders around the house. I do my best to make sure the bowls are always full — the local birds seem to really enjoy sunflower seeds.
It never occurred to me that they’d probably also enjoy some fresh water. Odd how obvious things escape me sometimes. It’s food for thought.
Here’s a screenshot (format matters) of an email I received this week from Telligent. There’s no pretext, just a boot and a bunch of self-promotion.
I wasn’t a user so I’m not so offended, I just find this message a tad brutal. If I need a social network for my enterprise-of-one, I’d probably use theflowr.
When I was in high school I came up with a great way for institutions to deal with flatulence. No longer would there be shame in passing gas, and banished would be the reputation-ruining accusations that killed your chances of getting a girlfriend. Gone would be the standard accusation of “He who smelt it, dealt it,” and the tinny rebuttal of “He who denied it, applied it.”
As part of my immersion into the landscape that is Slovene, I’ve started asking for some purely native insults in the language; words or terms which are not inherited from others. Having lived in Flanders for some years, I was sort of expecting some colorful remarks akin to “your father should have speckled the sink”. The results thus far are slightly different.
It turns out that it’s a hard question to answer. Apparently, most of the terms come directly from English or one of the neighboring languages. Anyhow, to keep this short so you can better spend your time with a peder, I present you the results of two weeks intense research. I’m still looking for more|meaning if anybody would care to enlighten.
I want to live in a world where words become action. I want more substance.
I want dreams to be appreciated and supported, not challenged.
I want more gratitude.
I want information to be free.
I want to live in a world where people say please and thank you.
I want less funk and more groove.
I don't want to be rich. I want a rich life.
I want this because there's no fruit in froot loops.
I’ve got it good. I wanted to play on the Duke Ellington tune “I got it good,” but backslid to real grammar when I realized the language police – i.e. one of the many fine hobbyist grammarians that populate this land – might not get it. That’s not a barb. I hope that one day Canada can reach, say, half the level of bilingualism there is in Slovenia, that we will one day have as many little Anglophones running around able to swear in French as there are little Slovenians able to cuss in English.
Today I received a nice spam message from the incumbent Mayor of Ptuj. By nice I mean: crap. By incumbent I mean: he lost my vote. This is my vengeance.
We all have stupid nagging regrets: why didn’t I buy that 50%-off jacket? Why didn’t I give a euro to that guy in the street? Why did I go back for seconds? These are not the serious regrets at life-turns we’ve taken or missed. They’re just, well, stupid nagging regrets.
