Hopefully we're not waiting on feeling nauseous

Okay, I love the ideas in the song "Waiting on the World to Change," but... the grammar in the refrain... I just couldn't help writing a parody.





Language isn't static
It changes day by day
And those changes, they're decided
By what most people say.
So when an error's really common
You can pretty much expect
That within a few years it'll be
The way that's deemed correct.

So we keep waiting
Waiting
waiting for more words to change
We keep waiting
Waiting
waiting for more words to change

We know we can't prevent it
And that it's silly to resent it
So we keep waiting
Waiting
waiting for more words to change

"Waiting on" means serving
That's how waiters got their name
It's not the same as "waiting for"
But it's often used the same.
If some day the dictionaries
list the two as synonyms
It just means language has evolved
To suit the public's whims.

So we keep waiting
Waiting
waiting for more words to change
We keep waiting
Waiting
waiting for more words to change

It's not that we don't care
But it's the only option that's there
So we keep waiting
Waiting
waiting for more words to change

"Hopefully" doesn't mean "I hope"
It means "in a hopeful way"
But some dictionaries list them both
'Cause of what most people say.
"Nauseous" means "nauseating"
It does not mean "nauseated"
But so many people said it wrong
The original meaning's faded.

So we keep waiting
Waiting
waiting for more words to change
We keep waiting
Waiting
waiting for more words to change

There aren't logical excuses
For objecting to new uses
So we keep waiting
Waiting
waiting for more words to change.

Some loners just write blog posts when they're angry

I hate it when someone who fits the stereotypical description of a criminal goes and commits a crime. The last thing we need is more people reinforcing stereotypes.

Today at work I heard a discussion on the radio about how we can make loners stop being loners and "become more social" so they won't commit crimes. Give me a $%@#! break.

Being a loner doesn't fricking cause violence. Yes, there are a few people who become violent because they don't like society in general, or because society in general has rejected them-- but there are millions more who just quietly cry over being lonely, and also plenty of people who actually enjoy their solitude. Trying to force them into being more social would just make them angry, and probably more likely to attack someone.

And just because someone writes violent stories (or listens to violent music, or plays violent video games) that doesn't mean he's going to be violent. You ever see Stephen King go on a psychotic killing rampage? Of all the bloody, gory, terrifying books and movies out there, how many were written by people who went on to shoot up a school? Geez.

I've been trying to convince the world of these things all my life, and now it just got twenty times harder. Thanks for nothing, VA Tech gunman.

Kira or be killed

I love Death Note. Just love it. Love the intelligent plots. The attention to the detail and complexity of the magical system in the anime. And I adore L. Absolutely adore him.

And the fact that the name "Kira" is involved is only a tiny detail. That's not why I love the show. I just made that picture for the heck of it.

Anyway, I love Death Note. Just wanted to get that out of my system. I'm going to bed now.

Tied up

Husband has to wear a tie for an interview. He went to this page for instructions.

I liked tying knots when I was a kid. I got interested. But here is my attempt at a Pratt knot:



I will never again underestimate men who have to wear ties...

I deserve to be pun-ished

I just said to a friend, "You know, so far two of the state quarters have bison on them. Now we need one that has ten eels on it, too. Then we'll have a bison-ten-eel quarter."

He said absolutely nothing. Either he doesn't know what a bicentennial quarter is, or the pun was so awful that it didn't deserve a reply.

Probably both.

*goes back to doing random useless stuff*

There is no other holiday with dates this crazy.

When is Easter? It takes a 1,248-word article to answer that question. I especially love the distinction between an "ecclesiastical" full moon and an "astronomical" full moon. Some people are verrrrrry strange...

Speaking of dates, I'm bringing oatmeal-date cookies to this year's family Easter party, in addition to oatmeal-raisin and oatmeal-chocolate-chip. I hope they turn out well. I've never made them with dates before, but I figure I need some use for the chopped dates I bought in honor of Palm Sunday.

(I also bought a coconut, which wasn't even ripe and was absolutely impossible to eat, earning me a lot of teasing from the husband, especially since Palm Sunday is named after date palms and has nothing to do with coconut palms. But I was in a silly mood. That's my excuse for most insane things I do, and it usually works well.)