If cats programmed tv...
8pm - Catch that mouse
8.30pm - What's for supper?
9pm - Bird sounds (season premiere)
10pm - Napping around the house
Doesn't any of that sound better than reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond?
Yet another blog that no more than six people will ever visit.
For xmas, Mr Prettiebottom received a magnetic poetry set (Shakespearian english), which will compliment the corporate-speak set (received by Prettiebottom herself a few xmases ago) quite nicely, thank you. Who doesn't like to see "professional" and "management" in situ with "codpiece"? So I was staring at the fridge, wondering how to go about creating magic with these two worlds, but found myself wholly overwhelmed with the sheer volume of words on the fridge. Frightfully inefficient! Heretofor, I seteth upon sorting them grammatically. Verb, adjective, noun - as you will see from the attached schematic. What to do with the hims and Is (pronouns?), abouts, froms, and ins (prepositions? Are you sure?), and most vexing, the wherefores, would, can, coulds (are some of those verbs?)
No, I couldn't have chosen the alphabet--with which I am completely familiar--but instead had to pick a system of which I know the bare minimum of the rules.
[1] Heresois proof that I also knoweth not to split the infinitive, but apparently this only applies in latin and was scrapped from English grammar some thirty or fourty years ago, sayeth Jinki, who knows much about the mysterious workings of speaking English.