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It is snot-freezing cold today and yesterday I sat on my butt for 11 hours. Readers, I am gaining weight. There, I said it. I know, I know, I am still in a healthy range, and this is setting such a bad example for girls out there, but I feel as though I have attached two bags of silicone to my hips. They don't even feel real.
Tuesday is butt-sitting day. Work 8:30 until 4:30. Copy editing course 6:30-9:30.
The course it taught by a journalism veteran who says when she started, she was called "copy girl". She wears her glasses on the tippy tip of her nose and licks the side of her thumb to distribute papers. My grandmother used to do that, too. Nowadays, I think people generally lick their index finger.
Now I don't have fantasies of being an editor. But I want to stop second guessing things like split infinitives, or that/which or like/such as, etc. I want to be a wizard with the words. At times I imagine all of you wincing at my grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. And while bloggy writing is meant to be loosey-goosey, my mission in the new year is to write tight copy.
We had a spellling test, which was weird. We had to spell the following:
Kerosene, Accelerator, Sandwich, Calamity, Penitentiary, Picnicking
Deceive,Cauliflower, Parallel.
I got 10 out of 10.
Hey, word to Karlen who broke his kneecap on the 2nd while riding on handlebars after a night at a bar. Were he not drunk, he says, he would have probably ridden on the back instead.
Still no smoking. Still would like to smoke. Will this ever end?
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1.14.2004
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