Saturday, February 23, 2002
saw this today
I DON'T CARE ANYMORE
I do not care about spelling or structure;
Bad grammar will not find me keening.
Punctuation has no place in my life
And perfection has, also, no meaning.
Spell sound-alike words any way that you want
Choose any with vigour and vim:
Too, two, to, there, their, they're, or whey,weigh or way.
Just pick any one on a whim.
"Go lay down." Type it, its OK for now;
It doesn't have to be "lie".
Type "lie" a pen on a table top
And I promise I won't curl and dye.
Maybe you wonder why I've so changed
And why I am fat and not lean.
It's because I now sit for hours a day
In front of a %$##@#$$%% machine.
The computer has opened a new world to me:
Email, web boards and the MOO.
Now I can "talk" to whomever I want
And, believe me, that's all I 'bout do.
The goal, here, is "talking" as fast as you can.
Capitals? Don't give a dern.
Thoughts flowing freely, fingers a'flyin':
Say what you think, push "return."
The sender will rarely proof read his work.
Push "ignore" in the spell check for speed.
Mistakes, for the most part, just sit there and "send"
And nobody cares what they read.
The MOO is the worst because thinking is fast
And fingers can't keep up with thots:
So fragments of wrds and noting speled rite
Are just fine and no one gts taut.
Everyone "gets" why the grammar has left;
Everyone knows why its gone.
Nobody cares because everyone knows
What everyone means - tho its wrong.
But - the genres of email demand special thought,
Depending on who's to receive.
And - the receiver can always push "forward" at will.
No privacy here, I believe.
If emailing friends or relations galore,
Simple phatic greeting will do.
"Hey, what's goin on? I'm holdin' my own.
Did ya ever get over the flu?"
A business email can be quoted in court,
And the writer could end up in jail.
So clean up your content and grammar and words
If you really don't want to pay bail.
Professional emails can loosen a bit;
Collegial, casual tone.
But please don't go on, on, on, on, and on, on:
The receiver will think you a drone.
On the bulletin board, you say what you mean,
But the words are more carefully thought out.
You know lots of people will read what you say
And you don't want to be thought a big lout.
So----Here I sit day after day after day,
Typing as fast as I dare.
Everything's craazy and nothing is rite,
But I, Roxy Fess, do not care.
neither do i (samuel)
trapped in the maze of time..3:32 AM