It is that good.
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Today marks the first day I completely forgot to try to post anything to WordPress. Thankfully, I have friends who try to keep me from drinking mayo-milkshakes–a punishment I know is probably coming my way eventually.
I spent today sitting on metal bleachers, watching a girl’s all-star softball game. I love how sports can bring people together. Simply by routing for a specific team, I found myself surrounded by a crowd of parents who were instantly my comrades in the Battle of Havelock–a rousing skirmish between the gallant ladies of Bladen and the fearsome hordes of Williamston. The hordes were giant and scary and threw their clubs at frightening speeds.
The ladies of Bladen fought valiantly and bravely in the face of the surrounding wildfires, but the heat and the flying clubs proved to be too much for them to overcome. They scored nary a hit.
My comrades and I were disappointed, but proud of our brave warrior-queens.
My sister’s reading this right now. She’s giggling to herself and saying that it wasn’t all this dramatic. She should realize that dramatic embellishment is always a good thing.
What I’m not dramatizing is how busy I’ve been lately. Between house-sitting and driving to Havelock (where the battlefield ballgames are being held), I’ve had barely any time to myself.
I do know this though: I’d rather my life be filled with Havelock warriors, hyper house-hounds and saber-cats, and countless hours traversing the dusty streets via our Chevy carriage than be bored and lonely with nothing but my trusty laptop for company.
Life is an adventure! I plan on living it, even if that means my blog posts aren’t always clear, rational, or understandable.
Besides, pretending everything is a medieval battlefield makes softball games more interesting. And who wouldn’t want to make things more interesting?
Blogger’s note: This post was written while the author was half-asleep, after a day filled with sunstroke-inducing hours in the blistering noon-time sun. It is probably not coherent in any way, shape, or form. It was written solely to avoid a mayo-milkshake.
Note 2: For whatever reason, this did not publish on Friday night when it was supposed to. Which means I get a punishment. Post your suggestions in the comments below!
I haven’t been blogging lately.
I teeter between feeling incredibly frustrated that what I write seems so insignificant and feeling angry that I haven’t fulfilled my “calling” in life by writing more.
I’m an English major. My biggest talent, my one selling point, has been my writing skills.
I feel like I’m failing myself. Like I’m failing you, my readers (all two of you).
I’m allowing life circumstances and my own emotional state (the “I don’t wanna” syndrome) prevent me from writing. I’m choosing not to write. I have commitment issues with my own blog.
Hell, I have commitment issues with the Internet itself. I rarely stick around anywhere long–I tend to drift from social site to social site. Facebook is the only exception to that rule.
So I sat here, in my office chair, wallowing in my feelings of failure and wondering how many other people felt the same way.
I can’t say I had some sort of life-changing epiphany. But I’d bet my ass that there are a great deal of people in the world who aren’t entirely happy with who they are and what they’re doing. I can’t promise I’ll stop beating myself up over what I’m doing or not doing. But at least I know I’m not alone in this.
And for the record, I’m a damn good writer. I just need to have more confidence about what I write, quit letting fear dictate my moves, and actually write down the stories in my head.
I’m normally really chill about grammar. It’s a tough thing to learn, and my grammar’s not perfect (I like comma splices. A lot. And sentence fragments.), but there are still some things that really bug me. But there is one that bothers me above all others.
….guys, this one is just ridiculous. If something is “regardless,” it is without regard, i.e., it doesn’t matter. Here’s how I remember it: regard-less. Less than regard.
If something is “irregardless” it is without less than regard. Ir is a prefix that means “without” or “not.” “Irregardless” does not mean “regardless,” and they are not interchangeable. Does that mean “irregardless” has regard? Can “ir” before “regardless” be constituted as a double negative that somehow makes “irregardless” mean that you care a whole, whole lot?
“Irregardless” is redundant. And it frustrates me. Can we stop using it? Please? It’s wrong, and it makes me want to become the grammar police, and that’s not my job.
Regardless (see what I did there), I might just have to learn to deal with it.
But if you use “irregardless,” and you’re just an acquaintance, I won’t correct you. I will silently judge you from my place atop my grammar high-horse.
Or, if you use it enough, I might throw an angry cat at your face.
Just kidding. Maybe.
UPDATE: I figured it out.
Why you guys like “irregardless” so much. It’s because of “irrelevant.” It’s got to be. “Irrelevant” is a correct “ir” prefix attached to the root word “relevant.” “Relevant” means “to be important, to matter.” “Irrelevant” means “to be unimportant.”
The two words “relevant” and “regardless” sound sort of similar, I guess? And since the “ir” rule works with one, I figure that language intuition (which is a thing that happens with native speakers–you get to a place where you can basically just feel your way around grammar and be mostly correct) says that you can use “ir” with regardless, too.
The problem with that is that you already have a suffix (“less”) with “regardless” that negates the root word “regard.” So the “ir” is unnecessary. But that apparently doesn’t always register.
“Irregardless” is still wrong, and I will probably still have to throw angry cats, but….at least I know why it’s so blatantly used?