I’m so tired
“I’m so tired, I haven’t slept a wink / I’m so tired, my mind is on the blink / I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink.”
My typ-O face
As an editor at a 40,000-circulation weekly, I can’t help but be a little anal about typos that I find in and on … [inhale] … signs, menus, business cards, other publications, syllabi, e-mails, billboards, advertisements, coupons, cereal boxes, brochures, press releases, greeting cards, liner notes, concert posters … my colum.
I hate it. It’s like a sickness. But I love it; so satisfying … to correct things [column] in my head. Yes, it hurts so good.
I’m actually surprised I hadn’t heard of the Typo Eradication Advancement League before the group’s recent righting-of-a-wrong wrong-doing. Two members—Benjamin Herson and Jeff Deck—were recently banned from national parks for one year after they corrected a 60-year-old sign at the Grand Canyon using a Sharpie and Wite-Out.
At one point, I guess the group’s Web site featured an interactive map that displayed progress as the members traveled across the States eradicating the boners of those who are typographically challenged.
Now, if you go to the site, all you’ll find is this statement, and I’m reproducing it verbatim: “Statement on the signage of our National Parks and public lands to come”
Umm … wow … err … eesh … uh … ooh … they forgot something there … uh … hmm … err … yeah … that little thingy … ends a sentence … whatchamacallit [.]
“I’m so tired, I don’t know what to do / I’m so tired, my mind is set on you / I wonder should I call you, but I know what you would do.”
McCain: With child
I think I was already on my second gin and tonic when I saw that the great old one, John McCain, had chosen a running mate—a 44-year-old, fresh-faced former beauty queen who, according to one interview, is still wondering exactly what a vice president actually does on a day-to-day basis.
A fair question, but you don’t exactly want that used as a sound bite.
Some have called McCain’s decision to go with Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin as a running mate brilliant … in a slimy sort of way. While others say it’s just plain insulting.
She was the mayor of her hometown of Wasilla, Alaska—population 9,700. She’s currently governor of … Alaska (lottsa oil-drillin’ possibilities in Alaska). And now she could potentially be a 72-year-old heartbeat away from running the country.
Palin is going to get raked over the coals. It comes with the territory. She’s already getting a taste of it after word got out that her child was with child. That doesn’t bother me as much as the fact that a) because of Palin’s strict anti-abortion stance, her kid will have the baby ready or not; and b) Her daughter is marrying the guy, like it or not, because … what else can she do being a devout Christian and ultra-conservative?
Sounds like a match made in heaven. And I bet she’s a good speller, too, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.
“You’d say I’m putting you on / But it’s no joke, it’s doing me harm / You know I can’t sleep, I can’t stop my brain / You know it’s three weeks, I’m going insane / You know I’d give you everything I’ve got for a little peace of mind.”
I mentioned a few weeks ago that local artist Jake Early (you probably have one of his prints in your home and/or office) was given the nod to create the posters for a couple of shows for My Morning Jacket’s Evil Urges tour. Well, the Vegas date was canceled, but Early did make the poster for the band’s Sept. 23 Tempe, Ariz., show. Not a bad deal.
“I’m so tired, I’m feeling so upset / Although I’m so tired, I’ll have another cigarette / And curse Sir Walter Raleigh; he was such a stupid get.”
A shirt thing
I just wanted to say it’s good to see that Meredith J. Cooper survived the whiteouts of Burning Man. She also survived a week of seeing guys shirt-cocking on the playa. Shirt-cocking is the clinical term for when a man wears a T-shirt and nothing else … except for maybe a pair of cowboy boots.
Meredith is also in the running for Big Celebrity in this year’s Big Brothers Big Sisters of Butte County fund-raiser. Cast your votes at www.bigbrothersister.org (the site is supposed to be updated soon). Each vote equals a $1 donation to the nonprofit. I suggest a Shirt-Cocking Dance Party fund-raiser in the City Plaza, which for one day will become City Playa. Money in the bank.
I really am so tired