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Here’s a fun little article for those of you who are all “It’s a LIVING LANGUAGE whine whine whine.”  Which, incidentally, includes me, but hey.

50 Funniest Pop Culture Sayings That Made it to the Dictionary

And a cheerful Friday send-off.  These have been making me giggle for a while.

Firstly, we have “Prime Rose Oil,” which I just love.  But even better is this:

Why do we need? OMEGA!

I mean, it’s so cheerful you almost can’t fault it for being wrong.

Happy Friday!

Please excuse the drive-by nature of this photograph.  I was not actually driving while I took it, but I was being watched suspiciously by the shopclerk. And I really, really needed her not to ask me what I was doing…

…because if she had, I was going to say, “Excuse me, I was wondering whether I would like to buy a Radko ornament.”

Janet of RANT-astic posted last week that she had given me an award! (Hey, thanks, Janet!)

I think a lot of blog “awards” are more honestly called “chain mail letters,” so I’m usually not into them.  But in clicking through this one I’ve discovered a couple of fun blogs I didn’t know about before, so I’ll roll with it.  Plus, it occurs to me that many of my Loyal Readers are reading through RSS and therefore not exposed to my blogroll.  I therefore chain-letter on the award to the following blogs.  You should be reading them!

Apostrophe Abuse

The “Blog” of “Unnecessary” Quotation Marks

Language Log

The newly redesigned Typo Eradication Advancement League

And the always funny, and often grammar-related, CakeWrecks

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Of course, as with every Bloggy Award, there are A Few Rules. They are, forthwith:

*Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.

*Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.

*Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.

*Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we’ll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!

*Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.

This one is just wonderful.

Thanks for a beautiful week, Susan!

Susan W. submits these two photos from her favorite international grocery store.  Again, I’m not mocking these for their poor English — although I do wish companies big enough to print labels and ship internationally would hire copy editors — as their English is obviously oodles better than my whatever.  It’s the unintentional hilarity I cannot resist (and neither, apparently, could Susan!).

Susan says she’s glad that the latter product takes the time to warn that it might be dangerous for pregnant women.  Yeech.  Personally, I’m going to have the word “musthroom” in my head all day.  Say it:  MUSTHROOM.  It’s awesome.

Occasionally, something that might otherwise be considered an error simply brings me great joy.  I found this perfect example at an Asian imports grocery this weekend.

I mean, honestly:  don’t you wish all eggs were kindly eggs?

So it occurs to me that I, you know, own this blog, and so I can write about things, right?  And you have to read them.  Okay, don’t challenge my deeply-held delusions.

ANYWAY:  I had this dream in which I was in a parking lot near a very small town and suddenly this bus that was there, not moving, flipped over.  Inside the bus was a guy, but I couldn’t assess how injured he might be, and I discovered that I had no cell phone.

I ran back to the town and suddenly this dream became that one where you really have to make a phone call and for some reason you can’t.  (Please tell me other people have this dream;  I have it all the time.) I kept dialing 119 instead of 911, or the line was messed up, or someone wouldn’t get off the phone, etc.  It was very frustrating.

Finally I realized I could just walk to the tiny town’s police station and tell them about the accident, so I did.  The cop assured me they’d known about the accident for half an hour.  Unfortunately, the bus driver had died, but they knew it wasn’t my fault.  To demonstrate this, they gave me a copy of his death certificate.

And y’all?  That death certificate was riddled with typos.

I cannot, at this moment, remember a single one of those typos.  But I do remember what dream-me thought in that moment.  I thought, “Whoa, that is so going up on Red Pen Brigade tomorrow.”

So see?  I love y’all, even when I’m unconscious!

No pic today, but I hope this is worth it for you guys.  I like a good chuckle on my Mondays, personally!

I got this little quip from my friend Robi:

I did find myself thinking of the Brigade when I was walking by the park and saw that someone had chalked a number of large arrows pointing to nearby elm, with the message “BE HIVE IN TREE.” So of course, responsible citizen that I am, I immediately climbed the tree, found a nice branch, and tried to think collective consciousy type thoughts. I actually found it quite difficult. Probably due to the constant stinging.

Robi, whether he wants to admit it or not, is A Writer: often hilarious, even more often disturbing, but always a lot of fun.  For now, the most reliable way for you dear readers to get at Robi’s stuff is to follow him on Twitter. I highly recommend it.