Men are mere mortals who aren't worth going to your grave for

I guess I should rant about grammar more often and not clean up my language in future posts.

One of my favorite Onion side-bar headlines ever was along the lines of "Neighborhood Ravaged by Ask-Murderer". For that is one of my larger pronunciation pet-peeves.

Back when I was engaged (yes, strange things like that have been known to happen), one of the big issues I had with my soon to be ex-fiance was his mispronunciation of the word "Moot", as in the infamous Jesse Jackson SNL gameshow of "The Question is Moot!" He insisted on saying "mute." During a conversation with his mother, I noticed she said it the same way as well. He refused to believe that he could be mispronouncing it. Of course, he was none too bright when it came to correct word usage. I recall one argument we had in which he claimed that I was in the wrong because the words he used meant only what he meant them to mean at the time he was using them, not what the dictionary said they meant. When he declared this, I nearly choked since it was almost exactly Alice's argument with Humpty Dumpty in Through the Looking Glass. If I hadn't known for a fact that he had not read the book, I would swear he was acting it out as a joke. (For the Humpty argument, go to http://kevinmclachlen.5u.com/alice/alice2.html and scroll down to Chapter VI.)

In other updates, Colin, who was supposed to call me late this afternoon, did not. So, I reserve full rights to be snarky about it since this is the second time such a thing has happened. Besides, it is a turn on for him to have me be snarky to him. Dunno why *shrug*. Of course, this is the same lad who was declaring his love for me within seconds of realizing in the torch-light that my hair is red and that I had an attitude to match. So, I should not be surprised.

Sleepy time.