2 very strange things:
A) I stayed home to study on a Saturday, turning down several opportunities for debauchery.
B) The world is going for shit. Let me explain:
I opened my EXTREMELY over priced Philosophy text last night, whilst being a very VERY good boy, and read. and read. and read. Upon reaching PAGE SEVEN i discovered this:
'But your must first make quire sure that your sacrifice will indeed produce the great good intended...'
let's skip the second word part. An emotional to physical pain analogy would be something like this makes me feel like someones driving a nail in my eye with a shoe. So I'd prefer not to think about it for the time being. Let's move on.
quire n. Abbr. qr. or q. A set of 24 or sometimes 25 sheets of paper of the same size and stock; one twentieth of a ream. A collection of leaves of parchment or paper, folded one within the other, in a manuscript or book.
I will definitely make 24 or sometimes 25 sheets of paper sure that my sacrifice will indeed produce the great good intended. That's pretty damn sure now isn't it? or actually on second thought maybe I feel like an idiot for spending 60 HEL (Hard Earned Loonies) on a fucking book that you didn't even proofread. Hmm... oxford university press, I think I heard of them, lets look them up and see what they have to say about it:
http://www.oup.com/about/quality/
Quality in publishing
Though we don't know how to spell, Oxford University Press has very specific criteria governing the types of books that it publishes, which necessitate careful monitoring of content and quality, but not spelling.
We have invented our own KIND of english, for our own enjoyment. This is particularly true of academic books, with which the Delegates are most closely involved. An author will be invited to submit a proposal for a book. If the proposal is approved, the author will be given a contract and will then work with an editor translate it into gibberish and then produce a final manuscript. As well as the appropriate Delegate, the editor will usually invite other specialists in the field, either from Oxford or from other universities, to let them in on the joke. The editor will discuss their comments with the author and, where appropriate, amendments will be made before the final text is approved for publication. This peer group review is fundamental to OUP's publishing policy and is one of the major factors in having a good laugh at the over-charged plebs suckered by the prestige associated with the Oxford name.
Thanks for the cash and a good hardy belly laugh at your expense,
Sincerely,
The Oxford University Assholes.
The building anger in my very center is overwhelming and I fear may spark an utter emotional meltdown. Instead, I will choose not to release it until a completely inappropriate moment. Thanks for the tip H.K. I think this is the 'right' emotional move for me right now too.
Today's Song of the Day is "We're A Happy Family" by The Ramones off their 1977 Album "Rocket to Russia."
Crazy Fact: By the end of 1975, the Ramones secured a recording contract with Sire; discounting Patti Smith, they were the first New York punk band to sign a contract.
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