Monday, June 4, 2007

i mean, i'm no grammar genius, but i'm clearly more grammar geniousy than those ppl at the MTA



even tho i was an english major, i still say things like, "more easier" as in "hey, why don't you just buy slip on shoes? they make things more easier". or "more funner" as in "i have found that bubbles make things more funner."

i blame this on my immigrant parents. don't get me wrong. i love them more than anything on this earth and they have given me everything from my first side zip bongo jeans to my, well, genes.

but. you can understand how one can get confused when a mother routinely says things like, "for ONCE in a BLUE LIFETIME can you PLEASE clean your room?" i also have memories of my mother singing me to sleep. a sweet image, no? uh, no. i would have nightmares to the lyrics: "you are my sunshine, my only sunshine. you make me haPPY! when skies are graaaaay. you'll never know DEAR how much i LOVE YOU, oh pls don't TAKE my sunshine awaaaaaaaaaaayyyy....the other night DEAR when i was sleePING...i thought i held YOU in my aaaaaaaarms. but when i woke DEAR i was mistaken, and so i HUNG myself and i DIED." note - the correct lyrics are "but when i woke DEAR i was mistaken, and so i HUNG my HEAD and i CRIED." big diff. biiiiiiig diff.

but when i was on the subway this morning...i saw a sign that just didn't look right. i may not be a grammar genious, but i would think that ppl at the mta can spot a run on sentance as well as the next guy.

"Litter gets on the tracks and catches fire and that causes train delays that make you late aside from making trains and stations untidy because a little litter goes a long way." ?!?! WTF?

2 comments:

Unknown said...

You're probably the first person in the city who actually read this sign.

Unknown said...

I love, love, love your blog Irene. It's good stuff. You are a David Sedaris in the making... only a girl and Asian and not gay. But you get my drift. Well, you and David both like boys--so there you go! You aaaare like David Sedaris. Especially since I actualy laugh out loud reading your clever thoughts. My favorites are stories about your mother. I can relate. I remember my mother telling the doctor I had a "radishes" all over me when she meant "rashes."