Jane apologizes for her once again lack of updating. Jane has been a tad bit under the weather and unable to come up with witty repartee. Jane would like you to know that Joseph Arthur will be releasing a new album on the seventeenth of this month. Jane will stop talking in third person now.

Forest Whitaker is everywhere lately. I still want to see The Last King of Scotland.

Téa Leoni is so awkward.

A black cat ran out in front of me the other day. Oh, maybe that’s the cause of this horrible under-the-weather-ness that’s kept me bedridden for days. Damn cat.

True quote from last Thursday:
Aunt: “I just don’t like the way the period looks inside the quotation marks.”
Me: “It’s people like you who make me cry at night.”

Um.

After the cut, because this post might come back to haunt me.
I’ve said it before, but, seriously: one MUST learn proper grammar if one intends to be taken seriously as a writer. Someone can have a perfectly fine story, but the entire thing gets muddled if the writer can’t punctuate properly or capitalize the first words of sentences or each standalone “I.” I mean, don’t people proofread? Don’t people have the fancy Microsoft Word that automatically corrects such nuisances? So I was reading last night, thinking about these things and feeling my blood pressure rise to dramatic heights. And then—deep sigh—then I came across a story that was so infuriating, I actually had to set it aside and think happy thoughts. The use of “their” instead of “they’re” upset me; “loose” instead of “lose” annoyed me (both times); “your” instead of “you’re” made me feel slightly violent; “then” instead of “than” amplified that violent emotion; “to” instead of “too” (twice in a row!) sent me completely over the edge and I went rampant on the streets, slaughtering innocent puppies and schoolchildren in an attempt to cope with my rage.
Okay. I didn’t do that. But I did have to quit reading for awhile. My health is unstable as it is. Teehee.
Yes, I teehee-d.

I’m done for now.

Peace, love, and proper grammar.