July 1st, 2008

iAm iSaid

It's the its/it's primer

As I occasionally do, I'll post simple grammar rules!

If you're using "it's" or "its," remember this:

If you can replace the "it's" with it is or it has and have your sentence still make sense, you should spell it with the apostrophe.

If you can't, you shouldn't. "Its" is possessive, like "his" and "her": "That's its food."

And "One Week" by the Barenaked Ladies has the line "It's been one week since you looked at me," and the full spelling of that line would be "It has been one week since you looked at me."

So you can say "It's its itty bitty hit." (Well, you could, but only I tend to say sentences like that...)
Whale fluke

Described well.

Over at the Harlan Ellison DOT Com message board, member Michael Mayhew called short stories "the cognac of fiction."

I like that.

Here's the full quote, in which he praises the short stories in Joe Hill's 20th Century Ghosts:
Michael Mayhew
- Tuesday, July 1 2008 11:24:56


2) I'm in the thick of Joe Hill's 20th Century Ghosts. I bought it because I enjoyed Heart Shaped Box so much. In this collection Hill seems to have staked out a fascinating middle ground between genre fiction and "literary" short stories (literary being a fancy word for a closely-observed, slice-of-life with a small epiphany at the end)(epiphany being a fancy word for... oh, never mind). The guy is a big talent I think, taking the family business to places even more interesting then either of his very gifted parents. Best part for me is he's reminding me again of what I like about short stories - the cognac of fiction.
Me 1

And I've been productive.

Out and about, is what I was: I used my car well to get errands done...

* I dropped off my packed-up Spheris equipment at a FedEx Kinko's, so they'll get shipped from there back to my former employer. I needed to go to the store anyway because one piece of equipment wouldn't fit in the box for it, and I didn't want to book -- and wait for -- FedEx pickup at my home. Three giant pieces of equip...

Oh, crap, I literally just remembered I didn't pack up the switchbox between the two computers I'd used at the office. Oops. OK, I'll take care of that another way.

ANYWAY. Three giant pieces of equipment are gone from my apartment, no longer taking up space. Thank goodness.

* I took care of DMV paperwork to replace my old car's title that I stupidly tossed, which means once I have the replacement title, I can get the Salvation Army to schlep away my old Accord. It will be useful! Later. I'll get the title in the mail in about four weeks. Not quite done, but more done than before...

* After that, I had lunch (an enchilada at the Bagdad) and then bought groceries, and now I'm home. I'm gonna watch Buffy.
Good Omens

This bit of wit brought to you by a driver who didn't want to stop.

I've got to use this line somehow somewhere:

This afternoon I was waiting to use the crosswalk at SE Hawthorne Blvd. at 38th, to get from the Bagdad to Fred Meyer. Cars in both eastbound lanes stopped to let me cross; one car in the left westbound lane stopped; a car in the right westbound lane wasn't stopping, though the driver clearly could see me and the stopped cars. She stopped, though it looked like she hadn't wanted to. As I can be a hardass about pedestrian rights, I intentionally crossed the westbound lanes a little more slowly than normal, plus I waved to her and said towards her "You do have to stop, you know."

That's not the line I wanted to share. When I reached the other side, that driver drove off. I said towards her "'Godspeed' doesn't mean 'speed!'"

Then I decided I liked that line.
Blow My Mind

Next "Help D.K. Holm" Filmfest film tomorrow, with changed film

Another post-dusk backyard movie in the "Help D.K. Holm" film fest tomorrow night. It won't yet be The Taking of Pelham 1-2-3, as I first said; it will be Unearthly Stranger, B&W Brit science fiction from the Sixties about invading aliens disguised as women. Holm's essay on the film is here.

As before, it's at 1804 SE 38th Ave. two blocks south of Hawthorne, and as before, I'll be there. I'm up for SF weirdness.

*reads essay* Sweet! John Neville's in it! The Baron Munchausen himself! (Also the, I think, Well-Manicured Man or whatever his character was on The X-Files.)