I'm the kind of person that resorts to hitting myself for every mistake. I will not allow myself to go easy on me for this matter.

The Grammar Wench wrote:

I'm sure someone on the board could recommend a good grammar book if necessary. When in doubt, try pasting your post into a word document and let microsoft check it for you.

I personally recomend "Dating Vitriola" That excellent and memorable work by the noted author of many excellent posts on this board. It helped me overcome the horrific grammatical error of Should of. Well kind of. I still use it on occasion if I'm ranting and too emotional about a subject to proofread.

And don't confuse it for the similar work "Dating ZeKK" That's a much shorter and not nearly as flattering towards it's protagonist. (Granted it's all true but who wants to read the truth anymore? Since it started doing anti-smoking adds, Truth can go fuck itself. Fantasy endorses smoking so I'm all for that. And it's a simpler decision than the California recall election. "Shotgun in mouth?" or "Frogger on the freeway?"

Oh dear.

The point is that the "of" is supposed to be "have," as in "Shouldn't someone have." "Of" is all wrong.

Well, I typed "Shouldn't someone of".

No, "shouldn't of" is way off.
You should no this, you goddamn grammar police! How many times have you corrected me??

By the same rule I couldn't say:
"Couldn't someone of notified of us of a thread hijack?"
"Wouldn't you hit that shit?"
"Could you come in my mouth?"
"Shouldn't you know the difference between right and wrong?"
These just sound fine to me.
Is this off the basis that "Should not someone ..." sounds odd? Everyone uses "Doesn't it?" which is "Does not it?" where as it should be "Does it not?" so is that incorrect also?

Worm wrote:Shouldn't someone of notified us of a thread hijack?

I think you mean to say "Shouldn't have someone notified us of a thread hijack?" or "Should someone have notified us of a thread hijack?"

I'm sure someone on the board could recommend a good grammar book if necessary. When in doubt, try pasting your post into a word document and let microsoft check it for you.

Mary Newton Bruder a.k.a. The Grammar Lady

Shouldn't someone of notified us of a thread hijack?

And now there's a Jap version out with OMG more characters and OMG a new level.

Nab it if you have one of those nifty modification pretzels or whatever they are.

Soul Blade fucking sucks ass, and is the worst fighting game in existance except for, maybe, War Gods. Thank you.

PS: Got ahold of Guilty Gears XX. Absolutely, rocks (pun intended but please don't kill me), although I personally had a hard time playing the game because I just couldn't quite grasp the fighting system for some strange reason. My friends love it to death, though, so I suppose that's good.

Test apparatus: A bandana of indeterminite color. (Editor's note: After attempting experiment with one bandana it apparently became quite obvious a king size bed sheet was needed for test subject.)

Test Subject: Matedire (My roommate, seeing as I have no cats and the dogs are too busy humping each other for me to want to be in the same room with them for longer than it takes to grab a mountain dew and hurdle the gate back into the safety of my living room)

Now, As I quickly found out, one bandana was just not gonna be enough to tie around the midsection of my roommate, I was gauging just how many bandanas I would need while watching him sweat while playing Soul Caliber 2. He looked at me with a frightened glance and said in a trembling voice, "What are you up to now?"

"Oh nothing. Say that game looks pretty interesting...is that all you do? just fight other people al la street fighter but with swords and less clothing?"

"Actually there's more clothing because you can unlock hidden skimpy costumes"

"wonderful, keep playing. I'll be right back"

When I returned with said bedsheet for experiment, I noticed the PS2 abandoned and the back door wide open. I must of spooked him again. Good thing to know he's not in the best physical shape so no worries of him jumping the fence. So with flashlight, and bedsheet in hand I ventured out into the rotting junkyard that is my backyard in search of my hapless test subject.

5 minutes after walking outside, run back in fending off the advances of 2 obviously gay and horny dachunds who want to takes my knees' virginity. Decide to wait until test subject calms down and goes to sleep to perform experiment.

2am use spare key to sneak into test subject's room to perform experiment. Listen for 5 minutes to his mumbled ranting about Famke Jansen and Rockstar's new Game Manhunt and leave in disgust.

Realize test subject would probably not even realize anything had changed if subjected to experiment. Give up.

Waiting for Daughter to come over to continue experiment.

This doesn't seem to be working too well for me. Am I supposed to tie it really tight? Is anywhere between the front and hind legs the "midsection"?

Vitriola wrote:Ever notice how you can tell alot about people by how their cats behave? Jeff's are bombastic shit-talkers until something outside their comforting, curtailed little world confronts them, and then they become scared, hiding pillowbiters until it's all over.

Ah-hahah! FUNNY CUZ TRUE.

I remember the time I brought over all 30 pounds of my cocker spaniel to the place Jeff and I were holed up within. Weeney, Phoebe and various other denizens that were best directed towards the city reservoir bailed like the last batch of immigrants on the Titanic.

Ever notice how you can tell alot about people by how their cats behave? Jeff's are bombastic shit-talkers until something outside their comforting, curtailed little world confronts them, and then they become scared, hiding pillowbiters until it's all over.

Worm's are neurotic, self-mutilating basket-cases who welcome the prospect of potential death with reactions ranging from apathy to whole-hearted embracing.

Vitriola's are clingy, co-dependent, whiny wretches who can't be left alone for 15 minutes without threatening a walk-by peeing in the laundry basket.

Very interesting.

Jethro Q. Walrustitty wrote:You have a cat named Beavis?

Did you realize at the time how silly that would sound once "B&B" were past their fifteen minutes of fame?

My female cat is named Yoda ... it makes no fucking sense I'm told.

I used a dirty moist cleaning rag.

First, I tried it on the one cat we have with a nervous condition ... she's licked off a good part of her hair. Didn't react and only walked slightly odd afterwards. Next, I tried it on the orange one that hates everyone but me ... even threw him to the dogs to get him moving ... did that moving pretty well. I'll grab the other two when I see them.

Jethro Q. Walrustitty wrote:Did you realize at the time how silly that would sound once "B&B" were past their fifteen minutes of fame?

I do have a cat named Beavis. I did not name her Beavis because that was 'trendy' at the time, and that you could assume that when right underneath I inform the board that I have a cat named 'Spock' is just selective reading, at best. But hey, Spock helped me nail ICJ, and perhaps the Beavis moniker will work for me in some capacity in the future, too.

This could be the greatest thread of all-time if and only if people do not sidetrack it. JQW, you have two cats.

Experiments on them, please!

You have a cat named Beavis?

Did you realize at the time how silly that would sound once "B&B" were past their fifteen minutes of fame?

Handy hint: Never name an animal after a trendy and sure-to-be-shortlived fictional character.

For example: Alf, K.I.T.T, Spuds, Beavis, Beethoven (the movie dog, not the composer), Stimpy, Doogie, Dawson, etc.

Unless, of course, the animal is expected to die within a year or two, before the name becomes creaky and embarressing.

You have a cat named Beavis? That ROCKS!