It’s been an odd day, and I’ve realized that everything my little fingers have typed has been riddled with errors; be it e-mails, work proposals, or my baby name articles. Actually, I think the baby name articles are to blame here, if we’re being perfectly honest.
You see, I signed on to write ten 400 word articles (something I could pretty much churn out in my sleep; in fact, limiting myself to 400 words is proving difficult!) All 10 articles have a pre-assigned theme. Most are fairly generic; names inspired by nature, or by colors… you get the picture. But, there were a few that were a bit out there; Vampire baby names, Evil baby names, and Elvish baby names. I had fun with the Vampire baby names, mostly because I am not going to lie about my love for Twilight. I am generally a bit ashamed to admit it, because I did get into the books at the urging of the ex’s 13 year old (which is really what makes me feel like I am too old to love them), but I’ve read all the books twice… please don’t judge, I read grown-up books too! So yeah, Vampire names were fun. But then I started in on Elvish names today, and let me just tell you: I had no idea what that even meant. I had to get online and do some research first, only to discover that it is an entire language based on Tolkien’s books. And when I say entire language, I mean entire language; complete with its own syntax and pronunciation rules. People actually learn this make believe language, and then speak it to each other... For fun! I’m not knocking it; I’m actually impressed. I always struggled with foreign languages. The only reason I passed in high school was because my Spanish teacher was a perv, and in College I took 3 semesters of sign language (I figured that was my best bet) and managed to walk away from it remembering only how to say “pink taco” (because the idea of signing “pink taco” from across a bar made the roommates and I laugh) and “soda pop” (because the sign for that was amusing). OK, I remembered a few other words which I taught to V before he learned how to talk (nothing more adorable than an 18 month old signing “please”) , but actually conversing was beyond me. I had real issues with the grammar rules (or lack thereof). I wanted to be able to sign “I am going to the park this afternoon” (just as a for instance), but really all you are signing is “I go park afternoon”. As you can imagine, I consistently found myself wanting to correct my deaf instructor. I still don’t know how I passed with a ‘B’.
So there I was; learning all about Elvish today, and marveling at these people who actually choose to learn it. When it finally came time to write the article, I found myself looking down at my research every 5 seconds for guidance on how to spell a certain name, because it certainly didn’t sound how it was spelt. After that, my spelling and grammar were jacked for the rest of the day. I looked over a few quick e-mails and forum comments I posted, and am appalled at all the errors. I think it is going to take me a good 24 hours to un-discombobulate my head, so for now I am going to leave you with one of my all time favorite songs (and a perfect description for how I’ve been feeling lately).
If Brett Dennen weren’t such a goofy looking kid, I'm pretty sure I would make it my life’s goal to trick him into being my baby daddy!
The lyric that makes me laugh and want to high-five him the most? “I don’t know why I say the things that I say, but I say them anyway.” Ditto Mr. Dennen; Ditto.
Music rules my life.
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