the relic blogger

well i write this two hours into being 26, and perhaps i will reminisce like a good ol' blogger, that's how we did it back in the day of naught six. Now three years later it's all about twittering about mowing the lawn and eating a jam sandwich, where have the long rambling blogs of incoherent diatribes gone? Where have the hacked at grammar jobs gone, at least i treid to be grammatically correct and attempt to insert commas, apostrophes and what not in their right place.

Now days you don't even need to use capital letters. Just check out the credits for gossip girl. It's the hippies who are to blame. BY not teaching the generations form the late sixties on about proper grammar and then exposing those same grammar insufficient people to technology they have created a butchering of the english language.

All they did was teach you about feelings, in other words they thought that they could teach us themes of stories and what they were about and different concepts, we all remember doing whole terms on one word like context or somethign or other. Anyway, they thought that by this wish washy analysis we would learn the hard rules of language by osmosis. It failed big time and at the worst possible time, where technology needed good language structure. I remember my mum telling me that at the height of the lunacy they were teaching my sister to do maths by using coloured rods, which set her back years.

At least there is light at the end of the tunnel , in that things seem to be going back to a more rigorous understanding of language. I wish sorely that i had many more classes about syntax.

Anyway morris is alive! I have emailed you morris, i replied to the last email you sent, are you still checking that email. I swear you aren't in england, i swear i saw you in a white van a few weeks ago.

Ok bloggers, if you are still reading you are fans of old, no less than 140 character twittering or whatever.

3 cheers to the birthday boy.

hip hip hooray.

I have the best present of all time in the goreous wife waiting for me in bed.

Seacrest out.

Quote of the day

'In the province he had an affair with a lady who made advances to the young lawyer, and there was also a milliner, and after-supper visits to a certain outlying street of doubtful reputation.... It was all done with clean hands, in clean linen, with French phrases, and above all among people of the best society and consequently with the approval of rank.'
-The Death Of IVan Ilych , Leo Tolstoy