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Write the Damn Thing Already
I can’t be the only one who reads the front page of their own blog? I’d hate to think I am. You know, you read along to get a flow of what’s happening, to edit the third grade spelling errors, to diffuse any illusions of grandeur. The reasons are as infinite as we are, but the behavior is reading your own front page.
So I’m doing this yesterday. Reading. And I notice this line, “If you’re anything like me, and filter the thought through your own respective lack of artistic talents…” The word respective is redundant. It’s not needed. “Your own” is enough. These type of errors annoy me a little. It’s relative, not annoyed, like, being in a long line while a stoned teenager pays for their new PlayStation with pennies and nickels, but a slight and easily dismissed twinge in my brain.
I’d rather write a post that misses the mark, that pisses off an army of angry liberals, then make those little errors. You know, if I throw a wild pitch so be it. Ball four, guy takes his base, I’ll do better next time, but these things bug me. However, and here’s some insight into how I run this joint, I’m leaving the line as is. While it annoys me, it also appeals to my appreciation of the imperfect. This is a contradiction of sorts, but such are the experiences we create.
Attempts to create perfect little porcelain blog posts are silly. You’d be better served trying to scoop the Salton Sea into a rusty bucket. Write the post as best you can, edit it as best you can, and lay it down. We’re not crafting a book here. No one I’ve come across is channeling Joyce through WordPress, so beat it on out, and leave it be. Or that’s my philosophy around these parts. (( For the record, if people point out mistakes to me, spelling, grammar, and so forth, I’ll often change them, but this is for the simple fact that I still think there’s a chance if I don’t change them an elite team of Grammar Nazi’s will break into my house near midnight and beat me with rubber hoses and socks laden with batteries. Some of those types scare me.))
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