:: The Kindness Of Strangers ::

I received an unsolicited text message today:

hi honey hope your [sic] well, are you going to the gym tonight? i can pick you up on route [sic]. we need to be toned godess's [sic] for miami! let Me know chick x x

Now this was a little odd. Going to the gym? Off to Miami? I think not. But has my pendantry scaled such heights that I feel obliged to correct each error in a simple communication? Well... I suppose it gives me a chance to quote from Tennessee Williams' Streetcar Named Desire (I prefer the original play, of course!) - what an offer: hours of regimented torture with gurning hardbodies (a Bateman-ism, I fear), followed by a trip to the States! Seeing my grandmother at the weekend, I was tartly reminded of the precious pettiness of a (nearly) bygone age. She quoted, verbatim, John Betjeman's How To Get On In Society, with its famous 32 allusions to Non-U sensibilities. Luckily, we no longer live in an age when possession of fish-knives is a faux pas extraordinaire, but I was struck by the possibility of my own linguistic exactitude being perceived as "precious". Well, if that be so, then let it be (but I'm still right).

So, enough about me. As you can probably tell, I wasn't really the sort to sue my school for giving me excessive homework. And we didn't have SpongeBob SquarePants to make us gay, either. The SpongeBob debate has also thrown up some unlikely similarities between the handholding porous one and the Dear Leader.

I nearly forgot, the Oscar nominations are out today, as are those for more meaningful film awards - it's always good to see orange-haired hubris going down in flames...

And finally... b3ta has been thwarted by nature, as a two-headed lamb is born in China. And the Czechs have found a use for decommissioned soviet tv-sets. Just for Taxloss, I'm also linking to "Popular information about bats from a Creationist's perspective". The BBC-style caveat applies: Devukha is not responsible for the content of external internet sites.