Jul 27, 2006 11:38
While I was standing at the printer, waiting for it to crank ... out ... one ... more ... page ..., a coworker asked me where I'm from, originally. Because, he explained, I don't seem like a typical Philadelphian. Well, thank goodness for that, because dat dere city is, primarily, a pain in the ass (mostly stemming from the sheer impossibility of getting in or out of it neatly). I thanked him for the compliment, even though I didn't know exactly what it meant. So just to be sure, I asked him what typical Philadelphians were like. And he said, "You know. Loud, outspoken know-it-alls." Neat. Philly stinks. Except for the cheesesteaks.
Regional stereotypes are amusing, just like regional misspellings. I got email today with multiple cases of the word "purposed" where the author meant "proposed". I've also seen "hunderd" for "hundred", though "hunnert" would've been more accurate. Yes, I know. I am a compulsive nitpicker. Compulsive, yet also apathetic. It's like I see a nit, pick it, and then put it back.
Last night I baked a cake (a chocolate cake. from scratch, mind you), installed a new video card in my four-year-old computer (tricky when the thing is obsolescing into fossils beneath my very fingers), and critically examined a map of Munich to determine which hotel there shall earn my business. Fear my broad array of practical skillz.