I'm trying to find online work I can do in my down time to raise some extra moola, so far no one has hired me, but today I got a request to send a sample out. In the posting it specified that applicants know what an "em dash" is and how to use it. Instinctively I went straight to Wikipedia to find out and was greeted by this delightful example of usage:
At that age I once stabbed my best friend, Fred, with a pair of pinking shears in the base of the neck, enraged because he had been given the comprehensive sixty-four-crayon Crayola box—including the gold and silver crayons—and would not let me look closely at the box to see how Crayola had stabilized the built-in crayon sharpener under the tiers of crayons.
The more you know.
Living alone really messes with my ability to distinguish my dreams from reality. I can't think of any examples at the moment, but just in the general sense of seeing and talking to people. Lately I've found myself in the midst of a murder mystery dreamscape, but that's most likely attributed to my habit of watching Hercule Poirot mysteries before bedtime. Last night I had a weird one, but all I can remember is that it involved some sort of chocolate, my dogs, and straw on the floor. Not really sure where all that was headed, but I wish I could remember because it sounds intriguing in hindsight.
No comments:
Post a Comment