>> Tuesday, April 27, 2010
You know, I never thought of myself as an old fogey. Still, I'm starting to feel like I am.
See, there are some things that have happened since the stone ages when I took grammar that have completely changed the world when I wasn't looking.
And I don't like 'em.
Like this. When I was in high school, you put two spaces after a sentence. Now, apparently, it's just one. When did that happen?
Or the shortened form of "until." When I was a kid, it was 'til. Till was something you did to soil. Now, till is everywhere (I suspect as a side effect of spellcheckers who automatically put one for the other).
English vs. American spelling is killing me, too. I grew up reading both English and American literature. Honour, endeavour, dialogue, grey - that's how I automatically spell them. But they are dismissed more often then not.
So, if you need me, I'll be sitting on my front porch, practicing shaking my cane at young whippersnappers traipsing across my lawn and remembering the good old days when I used to know the rules.