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Photo by JR

The spine! 

(Thanks, JR!)

Some news!

And here we are, at a Friday once again. I hope you had a manageable week, at the very least, and have some awesome plans for the weekend.

A few bits of news. I got a real, actual day job, which shouldn't take me away from this blog, but may get hectic from time to time, so if I do forget to post, I want to apologize in advance. I don't think I will, but you just never know what happens when you're busy making TV.

Also, I recently started blogging about plus-size fashion for Lucky Magazine! I am CRAZY excited about this, and I would love for you to check out my first post for them, which can be found here. I'll be posting over there once a week, so check back in. I will also be posting links here on Fridays. Because I'm pushy like that. I invite you to follow me across the interwebs.

Your usual reminders: Please keep an eye out for misspelled signs and grammatical errors. You can send them my way via email, Facebook, or Twitter.

Thanks, y'all! Have a great weekend, and see you Monday!

Meeting, party of one.

Over the past few weeks, JR has sent in a number of, shall we say, problematic submissions from her kid's school. I suppose it is a small saving grace that the teacher has not limited his/her bad influence to the kids.

Photo by JR

Yes, this once again features your old nemesis, Comic Sans. I say your because I don't really have any strong feelings about this font, but I understand that many do. And it does appear to be a meeting for one parent. I wonder if that parent knows. 

UGH. I understand that parents don't always have a choice in what school their kids attend, but if you were employed at this school, and wanted it to stay open, wouldn't you market your product a little better? I mean, you don't want the parents to flee when they realize the level of education therein, right? Sure, the education isn't for the parents, but they're essentially the consumer. They're the ones that make the decisions. Wouldn't you want them to be happy with the product? Like, this is EXACTLY what you're selling, school. Don't you want to be demonstrably good at it? 

I just don't get it. Sometimes learning this stuff is hard, sure, but you really do expect the TEACHERS to have a grasp of it. Right? 

(Thanks, JR!)

What do these things have in common?

Sometimes, submissions are easy to figure out. Where it came from, what it meant to say, that sort of thing. And sometimes, I'm just completely stumped. My friend IU sent this to me, and I was kind of assuming it was an ad on Facebook, but in looking at it again, I'm not so sure. I can't remember an ad that said "show more." Anyway, it doesn't really matter. This thing is a bit of a mess. And perhaps IU will tell us where she found this in the comments. Take a look:

Photo by IU

There is no better moment than a spelled- and punctuated-incorrectly maligning of education. It really brings it all full circle. Or perhaps this person is trying to make a point. If someone had just cared about his or her education, this wouldn't have happened. I'm sure the STUDENTS involved care, as well as their teachers. Hopefully this person leaves the teaching to teachers, and steers clear of any classroom. 

We can discuss the surprising health benefitS of ginger some other time. 

(Thanks, IU!)

Not quite as planned

Today's submissions come to us from two people who know each other in real life, and not just on the internet!

My friend MAB took this at MessHall, which is in the same building that one of the old Brown Derby restaurants used to occupy, back in the day. Based on the prices and what they're serving, I'd guess that this restaurant wants to be one of those hip, laid-back, kinda pretentious hipster-y joints. It is in Los Feliz, after all. So, you'd think with this pedigree, they might go out of their way to spell all the words on the menu correctly.

Photo by MAB

Well, these guys managed to spell avocado correctly, so there's that. However, CAESAR has an a at the end, and not the e as shown here. Also, for the love of G-d, who puts avocado in a caesar salad? Barf. And goat cheese? COME ON. Way to make this salad something I will never partake of. Just throw some olives on there and be done with it.

HOWEVER, a piece of good news. In her email to me, MAB said that the error was also online, and that the friend she was with let the restaurant know of the error. And lo and behold, when I went to check the online menu just now:

Well, crap. 

CAESAR is spelled correctly! They fixed it! Yay! Unfortunately, when they went in to fix it, they had some sort of bad reaction or spasm or something, and ended up jacking up a couple of the other words, so, hmm. This is awkward. Do we say anything? Or just leave it, to protect the rest of the menu?

SHHHH! No one say anything! Just put the menu down, and back away slowly.

Spelling Palsy. Lethal to the sense-making of your menu.

(Thanks, MAB!)

What's for lunch?

Sometimes I like to think about what I'd serve if I had my own restaurant. Likely, it would be a mishmash of all my favorite foods, assembled together with no rhyme or reason. I mean, come on. If you hired a chef, wouldn't you have that person cook your favorites daily? And a pizza/pasta/sandwich/pastry shop doesn't sound SO bad, does it? It would have to include places for you to assemble your own of all the above. Well, except for pastries. Let's leave that to the experts. Sometimes, the hoi polloi come up with good ideas for foods, right? It doesn't always require a professional food preparer. And food is one of those things that's SO personal. No one thinks of themselves as "The Person who Enjoys Disgusting Foods Sprinkled on a Pizza," but at least one of your friends thinks so.

So, when I first saw this sign sent to me by my friend ND, my first thought was that the sandwich sounded ALMOST good. SO CLOSE.

Photo by ND

I mean, I have my suspicions about egg white on a sandwich. Or even egg whites. Whatever. Also, I loathe AVOCADO, regardless of how you spell it. It always tastes vaguely of paste to me. And I was not one of those paste-eaters in school.

Wait, is this a sandwich? Maybe it's a scramble, like the item above. Just served with whole wheat toast. I don't know. I like that on the item above, they felt the need to clarify that the spinach was, in fact, a tortilla. I don't know about you, but I was totally expecting that business to show up wrapped in spinach leaves. Tiny baby spinach leaves.

Another thing I'm compelled to point out is that this sign writer has exquisite handwriting. Mine looks nothing like this. Doctors are unable to read my handwriting. I learned to type as soon as I could so I would no longer have to write anything down. My handwriting looks the way the adults on the Peanuts sound. Unintelligible and ultimately unnecessary. Which is why I think this is more of a shame. Such pretty penmanship shouldn't be wasted on misspelled words.

So sad. But I am kinda hungry now.

(Thanks, ND!)

More childhood trauma

In keeping with today's theme, here's a pic JR took of something she spotted in her kid's classroom. She's starting to worry about his education, as she's been the source of a FEW of the classroom problems I've posted. Take a look.

Photo by JR

I wonder if the kids say anything. I mean, LOOKING isn't that complicated a word. Surely some of the kids notice that it's missing an I. Or is that part of the assignment? Or is the assignment just to know the colors? Because then I can see the kids not necessarily knowing how to spell LOOKING, if they're that young. Anyway, it's sad, right? Why is this teacher so uninterested in details? Does she teach everything this way? "Good job, Billy! You got 100% on this test!" "But I only got 7 of the 10 math problems correct!" "That's close enough!" 

Because we want to be a nation that's good enough. Awesome. 

I am TERRIFIED.

(Thanks, JR!)