Typos @ MindSay 
Two self-styled vigilantes against typos who defaced a more than 60-year-old, hand-painted sign at Grand Canyon National Park were sentenced to probation and banned from national parks for a year.
Jeff Deck and Benjamin Herson pleaded guilty August 11 for the damage done March 28 at the park's Desert View Watchtower. The sign was made by Mary Elizabeth Jane Colter, the architect who designed the rustic 1930s watchtower and other Grand Canyon-area landmarks.
Deck and Herson, both 28, toured the United States this spring, wiping out errors on government and private signs. They were interviewed by NPR and the Chicago Tribune, which called them "a pair of Kerouacs armed with Sharpies and erasers and righteous indignation."
An affidavit by National Park Service agent Christopher A. Smith said investigators learned of the vandalism from an Internet site operated by Deck on behalf of the Typo Eradication Advancement League.
The misspelled word "emense" was not fixed, Deck wrote, because "I was reluctant to disfigure the sign any further. ... Still, I think I shall be haunted by that perversity, emense, in my train-whistle-blighted dreams tonight."
I mostly have it down, but I keep mixing up the C and R keys. That led to some ROTFLMAO hilarity while writing a press release for Headphone Treats earlier. I mistyped the label's "We've Got Your Ear Candy!" slogan as "We've Got Your Ear, Randy!". Particularly funny since the release is about a dude named Randy. If you ever see me sporting a straight razor and gasoline can while dancing to "Stuck In The Middle With You"... run.
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I was just in Caribou Coffee trying to get some work done, but instead was distracted by a rather passionately bitter conversation between two dumpy, 30-something yuppies about divorce. Specifically, how to "lawyer" your way into the best financial situation under the circumstances and how to acquire custody of children, pets, houses, etc. Some tips included claiming the opposing spouse to be a consummate drug user and child neglector. They were not joking even a little bit. Lovely stuff. I mean, I know we've all (men and women) had our share of abuse by the opposite sex, but jumping Jesus on a pogo stick. It can't be all that bad guys!
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Years ago when a friend explained blogging communities to me, I thought it was the dumbest idea I'd ever heard. Then I promptly started blogging. Yesterday, when a friend sent me an invite to Twitter.com, I thought it was a dumb idea. Then I promptly started using it. So, I guess I'm saying... you should come be dumb with me. (Basically, you blog short little quips about what you are doing from your phone, im or their web interface and it's distributed to your friends. It actually has some practical applications too.)
I AM HAVING A HORRIBLE TIME WITH THIS CONCENTRATION AND PATIENCE SHIT LATELY. I WAS TRYING TO UPDATE MY PROFILE BUT I KEEP MAKING TYPOS AND NOTICING ALL THE TYPOS OR UNFINISHED THOUGHTS IN THERE. HOW EMBARRASSING!
JK NOTHING EMBARRASSES ME REALLY. IM FUCKED UP AND I KNOW IT.
MY DOC WILL BE DECLARING ME PERMANTELY DISABLED. I THOUGHT I WOULD BE DEVASTED. WHEN I FIRST QUALIFIED FOR DISABILITY IT FELT LIKE SOMEONE HAD STAMPED THE WORD "DISABLED" ON MY FOREHEAD. I DIDN'T ACCEPT IT. I REFUSED TO ACCEPT THAT I WAS NO LONGER ABLE TO DO EVERYTHING I USED TO DO.
SO I TRIED. I TRIED AND I TRIED AND I TRIED TO BE NORMAL. JUST NEVER WORKED OUT. MY ILLNESS WOULD FLARE UP EV ERY TIME I HAD A JOB, WENT TO COLLEGE, WHATEVER I DID I KEPT BEING HELD BACK BY BEING DISABLED.
SEE LIKE NOW, MY ARMS AND HANDS HURT LIKE CRAZY SO ILL HAVE TO WRITE MORE LATER. SHIT SHIT SHIT
FUCK THIS SHIT
~ There was a mistake in an item sent in two weeks ago which stated that Ed Burnham entertained a party at crap shooting. It should have been trap shooting.
~ There are two important corrections to the information in the update on our Deep Relaxation professional development program. First, the program will include meditation, not medication. Second, it is experiential, not experimental.
~ In the City Beat section of Friday's paper, firefighter Dwight Brady was misidentified. His nickname in the department is "Dewey." Another firefighter is nicknamed "Weirdo." We apologize for our mistake.
~ Our newspaper carried the notice last week that Mr. Oscar Hoffnagle is a defective on the police force. This was a typographical error. Mr. Hoffnagle is, of course, a detective on the police farce.
~ In a recent edition, we referred to the chairman of Chrysler Corporation as Lee Iacoocoo. His real name is Lee Iacacca. The Gazette regrets the error.
~ Apology: I originally wrote, "Woodrow Wilson's wife grazed sheep on front lawn of the White House." I'm sorry that typesetting inadvertently left out the word "sheep."
~ In one edition of today's Food Section, an inaccurate number of jalapeno peppers was given for Jeanette Crowley's Southwestern chicken salad recipe. The recipe should call for two, not 21, jalapeno peppers.
~ The marriage of Miss Freda vanAmburg and Willie Branton, which was announced in this paper a few weeks ago, was a mistake which we wish to correct.
~ IMPORTANT NOTICE: If you are one of hundreds of parachuting enthusiasts who bought our Easy Sky Diving book, please make the following correction: on page 8, line 7, the words "state zip code" should have read "pull rip cord."
mmkay! Gah I have a long entry ahead of me with this damned keyboard... sorry in advance for al the typos I'll have. grr I don't want to make an entry but I have alot to say... and ALSO sorry in advance for the lack of punctuation and capital letters and things of the sort... and if it didn't make sense.. I'm in a rush. Its already 12:30.
Tuesday- we were assigned groups for some... thing... to keep the freshman occupied while the other grades took the taks tests. We went to the second gym and.. they had this little setup... and we were supposed to go to stations and play little games and such. Jump rope was one of them... wtf? I don't jump. lol tahts just it, I don't jump. So the jump roping sucked... the best game was that stupid knot game where everyone holds hands and you try to untangle yourself... sweaty hands and extremely awkward positions blah. So that was basically torture... I'm not into the whole phsycial activity thing. Theres a REASON why I'm not in PE. Erm...
after that we went to some thing... abotu this guy talkign about his mum who commit suicide. Alright... I DIDNT want to hear that. As if I weren't depressed enough... that didn't help. Made me feel worse than I had before. I was actually having a fairly... okay week. But nooo this guys gotta talk about suicide. I actually wish Will would commit suicide. He deserves to. I don't want to ever see him again. Ever. I'm fuckign serious... I'll admit I would be sad it Ian died...but Will... not. Let him die. Make him suffer. I would enjoyu that... so much more than I should.
After that we went to yet another room where we "learned" about debit cards and money and such and it was really stupid. Me and Stephanie and Josh and Colin and Jessica sat in the back corner. I drew on my pants wif Jessicas sharpies. I drew on Josh's neck I -heart- Anna (and puppies) lmao yeah that was great... I also wrote on his arm "I'm a manly man" in pink with squiggles around it... and then... what else did I draw... I don't remember. Josh wrote I -heart Josh on my arm... I don't love him like THAT though. You know what I mean... so that was fun. Socialized... nice change. Lunch was fun. Lots of people. I'm having trouble keeping my week straight though. I apologize for not writing this yesterday but I was so damn busy.
Oh yeah... I went to the eye doctor after skool. When I sat down this old guy started taking to me... and I soon realized that he was retarded. Very sweet though. He was talking about how he got first place in the special olympics or somethign and how hes a track star. Lol... it was funny. Awkward though... the guy who was helping me pick out glasses said I had to have a nose piece on my glasses because... the bridge of my nose was really shallow... so anything else wouldn't stay up. So now I know why glasses never fit right... also said I had to be able to adjust them because I have really long eyelashes. Some old ladies in the room said oooh you're so lucky! that the fuck! Thats not LUCKY its so goddam annoying having to worry about my eyelashes every second... damn things... I wish they weren't so long. But I'm glad they aren't short. The actual eye doctor tried to get me more confortable contacts but the ones that were supposedly very comfortable were more uncomfortable than usual on me...
meh I'm bored with talking about tuesday... oh but I took a nap yesterday I think...
I only stayed up until 12 or so doing homework. I got it all done... and today when i turned in my annotations Ms. Bigbee said they were probably my best yet. :-D That made me happy...
ugh in band.... Colin was talking about cutting... which yeah.... he had a fucking cross on his arm. What the hell is up with that? The cut was so small anyways I couldn't even tell what it was. Probably didn't even bleed when he did it... sorry. Anyways.... then Catherine asked em if I had ever cut myself... I said yes... because I have before... and I don't lie. Well I mean... I try my hardest not to. Normally I wiggle my way around answering questions to where it SEEMS like I have answered a question but I really havent. That way, it isn't lying, really. Then Catherine said how she had before too... wtf.. and she had a scar... thats just sad. What have people become? What is it, a fucking trend? Ugh.... that annoys me. I cant believe so many people would do that to themselves. Colin mentioned how he knew five people who cut themselves... wow... oh well. I just hope more people don't start doing it. Its a terrible habit. And i cant believe Colin would... SHOW someone his cuts? Why would you do that? Was he PROUD of his tiny little cross? It certainly didn't impress me. I don't respect him nearly as much now as I used to. He keeps a damn razorblade in his wristband. Remember how I said I wanted a better blade? I nice thick one? Well a razorblade isn't going to do the trick. His wasn't any thicker than any of mine... just a bit longer. Oh yeah.. and then... he took my lighter and burned himself. WTF? Why would he do that? He did it for no reason at all. Oi... I just dont understand sometimes...
Wednesday- We met in the auditorium then went to classrooms to do TAKS math reviews. BORING. In Mr. Biles's class we played a jepordy game... and... we got team numbers as usual... and the whole game I didn't realy do anything... I thought it was just me and this other girl in our group. But when I looked at the scores... lmao... we were first? wtf? Neither of us had ever stood up so I wasn't quite sure what was goign on... but it turns out ONE single guy was answering for the whole team. And... lol our team won. ONE frikin person beat groups of four. Yeah... he was really fast... Mr. B let us get some sort of snack from his box of stuff and I felt really bad for not helping asnswer any questions... and I didn't deserve a prize anyways, I didn't DO anything. So I let the guy have mine... the other girl kept hers though. Wow.. I guess she didn't feel guilty at all. She should... she didn't do anything either. But oh well...
Then we had to go back to the auditorium to listen to a motivational speaker. I hate motivational speakers. Their little lectures are never motivational- just depressing. He said about how nobody is perfect and the best you can hope for is to be excellent. Be your best... whatever. Who says I cant at least TRY to be perfect? I might beat myself up over my failure and get depressed... but I can still try.
Lunch was funny. I had Josh and Sam and Jaclyn and Jessica and Kate and Caroline :-D Josh wouldn't let me write on him again.. maaaan.... all of lunch we just kept laughing at a bunch of stupid stuff.... and Caroline lol.... said "If I were a lizard and you were a bird, would you eat me?" lol.. then she called Elizabath "Elizardbeth" which for some reason was hellas funny... it stilll makes me laugh... it was so damn corny I couldn't stop laughing. Lunch was fun...
in english we took a quiz which I don't think I do too well on... and we took ID pictures. Which sucked. But oh well.
Band was boring... we didn't play or anything. Luckily...
math we didn't do anything really...
french.... we didn't do anything... it was such a waste of a day.
After skool I had drumline camp so I practiced until it started. Once it started.. I didn't have a carrier... so I had to find one... it squished the life out of my boobs I swear... it was so uncomfortable. We had to frikin run a lap... lol I got like a fourth of the way there and started walking. lmao Lauren was sitting down by the time I got to her... talkign about a heart attack lol shes hilarious... had to do pushups and toeup things and then had to do a box formation which at first confused the hell out of me because I'm not coordinated at all. I kept my jacket on the whole time. Didn't feel like taking it off... I really shouldn't have worn a skirt.
Mrs. Sitka was "glad to see I showed up" hmmm...? She wants me to stay in band so badly... but everyone wants everyone to stay in band so badly. So its nothing special... then we went inside and practiced various things. I couldn't get the hang of it so I pretty much gave up... I need confidence... my lack of confidence is going to be the death of me. So I stopped markign time and really putting any effort into it... I knew I wasn't going to do it right so I just stoped trying. Why bother... band always depresses me. I'm not as good I used to be... I'm not as good as I could be... I just suck. I was eager to leave. I couldn't do anythign right. Mrs. Sitka thinks theres something realy wrong with me. Because during summer band I was always depressed and having melt downs and getting sick and my constant visits to the doctor and my lack of sleep. Gosh... shes so concerned about me... every time I see her she always wants to talk to me. I feel bad. I don't want to worry her. I always get through things... even if they take quite a while... she made me talk to her after it was over. She asked if I was quittting if I didn't make drumline... of course I said yes... because I am. I might quiet even if I DO make drumline. I cant take it... its too much... too much goign on in my life right now to be able to handle band. All I want to do is sleep. All I want to do is mope and spend all my time in my room... she kept saying how she needed strong players for pit next year and how if I were in pit I would probably be section leader. Oh, joy! Like a give a damn about that. I'm no leader. Not at all. And I hate mallets... and her saying that means she doesn't think I'm going to make drumline. She said I was one of the most solid players... butI needed to work on other stuff. I don't even know that I want to be on drumline anymore. I don't want to deal with it all. I couldn't even take a two hour practice.. 4 months.. I wont last.
I got really depressed during practice and oi... so when I got home I tried to go to sleep. Sleeping solves everything, doesn't it? Keeps my mind off things.
oh yeah... I'm getting sick again. I don't know why. Mom was nagging me about not getting enough sleep and THAT being the cause of all my problems. That cant be it... I make up for the sleep I miss... I've been getting like 6 hours a night lately which is really good. then I've been taking naps.... and.... gah. I hate my body. It causes so many problems and effects my attitude so drastically. ugh... I hate complaining.
I miss Asic.... at least I'll get to see him saturday though... but I feel so crappy. I hate people to see me show any sort of weakness. Phsyical, emotional, or mental. It kills my confidence.... as if I had any to kill in the first place ugh. I'm annoying myself... I need to go to bed... I was gong to make a really emotion entry but I'm too exhausted. This has been an extremely busy week. I had a... bad day. I've noticed that whenever I have a good day, everyone else has a bad day.... and when I had a bad day... everyone else has a good day. Take me and Asic for example- his monday and tueday were terrible- mine were pretty darn good. Today he was much better... today... I was much worse. It ALWAYS works like this. I can never be happy at the same time as other people. I REALLY need to go now...
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