The Weenie Man Can

Happy 22nd birthday to my favouritest of equines.

punctuation

between my literacy team meetings, essay reading and recent nerdy grammatical discussions, I have recently become aware of (more aware of?) punctuation and its misuse; not that I claim to be an expert in this domaine… in fact, I know it to be true that I need some serious help, particularly when it comes to semi-colons; I love a good semi-colon; there’s something about them that make me happy; as if by using them continuously I can create one beautiful; intelligible; grammatically-correct sentence (of which this most surely does not classify).

according to that longstanding bastion of truth, Wiképédia, Jonathan Coe’s 2001 novel “The Rotters’ Club” currently holds the record for the longest grammatically correct sentence in the English language, consisting of 13, 955 words.

Psh. I could take that one. If I wanted to.

Potatoes.

how many can a girl like me consume in one sitting?

37.

ish.

welcome to my weekend.

27 essays, written soigneusement. A rubric that took three hours to create. The culmination of a thematic novel study, conceived at Reading for the Love of It (thank you Kelly Gallagher), meticulously planned by yours truly and her amazing co-teacher, consisting of reading groups, les étiquettes détaillées, les organigrammes géants, think-pair-shares and just about every other DI buzzword out there.

It is a beautiful thing.


First up, the lovely and talented Tayzia.


editors note:

ok, so this weekend ended up not being entirely about my dissertations. I went to the movies on Saturday and wound up having a massage on Sunday… both actions, however, were justified seeing as it was for my grandmother that I went to the movies (it was raining and cold and she wanted to see Bridesmaids) and the massage was warranted as I’ve been in a fair bit of back pain for the past three weeks.

I still managed to get all of my marking done. GO TEAM!