I saw the sunrise today. And yesterday. And the day before that.
And now I know the feeling that Lestat describes in the book whenever the sun is about to rise. I get numb, I want to collapse (not into a coffin), and I just want to sleep a dreamless sleep. But, I can't. Yeah, up to here with English words.
My legs hurt. My eyes hurt. My hair hurts. And as a break, I blog. More English words.
The other day I edited a manuscript, which, to say the least, drained me of all my strength and my willpower to get pissed when I see bad English. This one took the cake definitely. I'm one of those people who would correct badly written signs in public places with my own marker, and when I signed up for this I thought I'll have an orgasm from all the correcting that I'll do. Nope. Didn't happen.
I say good luck to that author.
Break over, more English words to produce.
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1 comments:
I read some dox today, too, and saw all the typos. Didn't seem as bad as the stuff you went through, though. Mix of Business Pinoy and British Englishes, mostly.
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