slam your fist on the table and make your demand
Happy Star Wars Day! (Hey, I still have ten minutes left here, you know.)
I just have one thing to say about Supernatural, which I will say
WHAT IS IT WITH SEASON-ENDING CAR CRASHES?! JESUS, people. Also, I think the demon Sectumsempra'd Dean.
Apparently it's Moms' Weekend starting tomorrow, and you know what that means: time to grab the Chunky Red Sharpie of Doom because NOBODY IN THIS TOWN CAN PLURALIZE A POSSESSIVE. OR POSSESSIFY A PLURAL. How hard is it, really? It doesn't even end in S! I'll forgive someone for writing Sirius' instead of Sirius's, because it's kind of confusing*. But Mom. Mother. Moms'. Mothers'. It is not a celebration of one single mother. I will also accept Moms with no apostrophe whatsoever, but only with the argument that it is a weekend featuring mothers, rather than one belonging to them.
Really. Chunky red Sharpie. I'm going to start with the signs uptown, and then eventually end with the little paper tri-folded thingies on each of the dining-hall tables.
I'm not really crazy, I promise.
This would not be a good juncture to talk about the dream I had with the flying palomino centaur and the haunted green bedroom, would it? Even though I did. And he (the centuar) gave me two silver rings that he took from the toes of a dead girl. They were magical, apparently, although they didn't seem to help her so much. And then there was a pug that was sometimes a little boy who spoke only in sign language. Which I didn't understand.
Oh god, you're calling the people in white coats now, aren't you?
*Actually, a direct Latin possessive, if Sirius is a regular second-declension noun, would be Sirii. Which is also nominative plural, but the good news is that the plural possessive is Siriorum, which is pretty distinctive.
And finally, I am very strangely fond of this song.