Hey, I'm alive

In Vancouver now, breathing the fresh air when it's not saturated with weed air. Went down to Davie street tonight, to walk around aimlessly, and bought some nice green onions for my tuna veggie wrap I haven't yet concocted. I rarely use that word, 'concocted'. Must be the Davie street excursion influencing my preference for certain sounds.

I read a funny thing by Lynne Truss in her book of proper punctuation (Eats, Shoots & Leaves). I giggled for 34 seconds off and on:

"As with other paired bracketing devices (such as parentheses, dashes and quotation marks), there is actual mental cruelty involved, incidentally, in opening up a pair of commas and then neglecting to deliver the closing one. The reader hears the first shoe drop and then strains in agony to hear the second. In dramatic terms, it's like putting a gun on the mantelpiece in Act I and then having the heroine drown herself quietly offstage in the bath during the interval. It's just not cricket. Take the example, 'The Highland Terrier is the cutest, and perhaps the best of all dog species.' Sensitive people trained to listen for the second comma (after 'best') find themselves quite stranded by that kind of thing. They feel cheated and giddy. In very bad cases, they fall over."

current mood: touched
TV Rewires kids' brains