In which the lemons meet grammar - and lose.
Sigh.
So, there hasn't been much afoot in the travelling lemon game recently. An Australian lemon popped its head up but hasn't been heard from again, so that's something to be cheerful about (especially considering Arthur's heritage, accent abilities and professional sportsman prospects). But aside from a nibbles tray in CA, sightings have been down. This is mainly due to the drying up of my local sources, and f_m_r_l has been diligently attempting to help me out with this.
It turns out that you can - relatively cheaply considering what a small bag of artificial lemons will run you - get people to put any text you like onto a yellow mini football (of the american variety) which looks near enough to our favourite citrus fruit to make up for the fact that it may also feature a small amount of stitching detail. Also, this would mean that all I would have to do is add the individual citrus # - much less work!
Upon informing f_m_r_l of this fact and congratulating her upon her genius, I commenced to price check. I found a nice, friendly-looking site which was easy to use, had a good price, and has an online ordering process. Eureka!, I observed in my own head.
Then
I
saw
it.
Now, I know it is possible that they're being cute.
BUT I DON'T CARE.
Don't be cute about grammar or spelling. Just don't.
I get it wrong sometimes; possibly a lot of the time. But I'm getting it wrong because somehow it sounds right when I read it (also technology has not corrected me) and if the fact that I have gotten it wrong is pointed out to me I will fix it to the best of my ability. I am never, ever getting grammar wrong on purpose, cute or not.
The beat, as well as the search for the perfect artificial lemon, goes on.
Peace out.
So, there hasn't been much afoot in the travelling lemon game recently. An Australian lemon popped its head up but hasn't been heard from again, so that's something to be cheerful about (especially considering Arthur's heritage, accent abilities and professional sportsman prospects). But aside from a nibbles tray in CA, sightings have been down. This is mainly due to the drying up of my local sources, and f_m_r_l has been diligently attempting to help me out with this.
It turns out that you can - relatively cheaply considering what a small bag of artificial lemons will run you - get people to put any text you like onto a yellow mini football (of the american variety) which looks near enough to our favourite citrus fruit to make up for the fact that it may also feature a small amount of stitching detail. Also, this would mean that all I would have to do is add the individual citrus # - much less work!
Upon informing f_m_r_l of this fact and congratulating her upon her genius, I commenced to price check. I found a nice, friendly-looking site which was easy to use, had a good price, and has an online ordering process. Eureka!, I observed in my own head.
Then
I
saw
it.
Now, I know it is possible that they're being cute.
BUT I DON'T CARE.
Don't be cute about grammar or spelling. Just don't.
I get it wrong sometimes; possibly a lot of the time. But I'm getting it wrong because somehow it sounds right when I read it (also technology has not corrected me) and if the fact that I have gotten it wrong is pointed out to me I will fix it to the best of my ability. I am never, ever getting grammar wrong on purpose, cute or not.
The beat, as well as the search for the perfect artificial lemon, goes on.
Peace out.