So I didn’t make my Lame Post Friday post on Friday. Saturday morning has never been considered too late to do such a thing. That is, I have never considered it so. Passive voice is sort of slimy, isn’t it? I hate it when politicians use it. However, Mohawk Valley Girl tries to stay off politics (talking about yourself in the third person is quite acceptable, although some find it pretentious) (you know who you are) (and dammit, I used passive voice again!)
Where was I? Sometimes I get all bogged down in parenthetical comments. Regular readers may have noticed. Anyways, I am going to make a silly blog post and then get on with my day. We’ll call that first paragraph a little half-baked philosophy about grammar. But just to continue the point: passive voice is not inherently slimy. In an English textbook, an example might read, “The ball was kicked by the child.” I call that awkward but not slimy. “The ball was kicked,” now, that’s a little slimy. Who kicked the ball? I’m thinking the little turd that said the sentence that way, because the ball went somewhere to was not supposed to go.
I think they’re cool.
I wanted to throw in a picture just then, because I was afraid others might not find the preceding paragraph as interesting as I did. Of course I do not have a picture of a ball in my Media Library, nor one of an English Grammar textbook. Then I saw these typewriters and was reminded of the line by Truman Capote that I often quote, “That’s not writing, that’s typing.” I say, it is at least closer to writing than what I did last night (unless you count the letter to my sister I worked on while I waited for my fish fry at the Elks).
In any case I am over 300 words. Perfectly respectable for a Lame Post Friday post, according to my rules by me. Will I have any Mohawk Valley Adventures today? Will I even manage a Saturday Running Commentary? Or even manage to go running? A little uncertainty adds interest to my day.
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