— Basil Fawlty, in an aside to himself, while reading aloud about structural challenges in “The Three Little Pigs” to Manuel, in a bid for Polly’s affections
Yesterday on page 22 I found 3 separate instances where an Oxford comma was necessary. There were at least 15 split infinitives in the document. 12 sentences ended with prepositions. Apostrophe abuse was rife,
In olden days, there were readers of everything from palms to cranial ridges and entrails and back again - even stool-checkers for the emperor’s health, and hat and coat-checkers to help create the important tip-gig economy so vital to vibrant national health today.
However, as much as it would personally enrich me, professionally and financially — perhaps even spiritually — to throw my support behind, and put my own personal behind behind endorsement of the idea of a private consortium of poot-readers, seems a mere brainfart of a dream in the pipewind, brainstem, and pipend of surrealist conservative whimsy.
However, if we’re going to create such a vast new industry, the common working stiff must be represented… must be made to bend from the waist and contribute, issuing forth opinions aplenty… and breathe free the gathering gloom such an enterprise of this nature must surely be about to create and then celebrate.
— from an informal address to Parliament via the tapping out of a secretive, so-called Porcelain Code, known only to the hush-hush Exterminati, on the asylum’s plumbing systems with a soup ladle, by Patient Zigmund X-9 (who reportedly could verify all of Nostradamus’s predictions for the future, but only after “Liver & Lima Bean Nights” at the Institution
Real proof readers (and editors) are an extinct species. Just read any news website to prove it for yourself. So if you want to be taken to a proof reader you’ll have to visit a graveyard and dig one up.
The Old Wolf 11 days ago
Mind the kerning. Beware of the rivers.
nancyb creator 10 days ago
I need proof.
Imagine 10 days ago
The proof lies in the pudding. No idea how it got there, though.
goboboyd 10 days ago
AI in the murky flesh, in a misty swamp of Nouveau grammar and spelling.
Brass Orchid Premium Member 10 days ago
Caution: Proof reader on duty. Please stow all errors in locked overhead compartment.
The Goon Show Premium Member 10 days ago
This reminds me of two songs, “Take Me To Your Ladder” by Buddy Clinton, and “Take Me To Your Leader Cha-Cha-Cha” by SAM SPACE and the CADETS.
More bat guano, darling? 10 days ago
Today’s Senryū du Jour:
Hyphenless, the task
commences nonetheless: Night
falls hard in these words.
— Pru Freeder, in “Spot Checking the Twilit Zoned 4 Biz, This Galley, Copy?” © 2024 Double Dash Homographs LithoGraphee
Lee Hauser Premium Member 10 days ago
Teresa needs readers.
charles9156 10 days ago
oh no! it’s happening ..
painedsmile 10 days ago
My guess the proofreader and the “take me to your leader” are the same person.
Howard'sMyHero 10 days ago
D.a.m.n. it all …!
markkahler52 10 days ago
From some of the things I’ve read lately, it’s hard to believe such individuals even exst!!
More bat guano, darling? 10 days ago
We come in pieces. Ned eediting. Held!
More bat guano, darling? 10 days ago
Thirst-tee. Take me to your litre…
More bat guano, darling? 10 days ago
Mew here. Eksqueeze my ascent. Bing me to your pook radar?
More bat guano, darling? 10 days ago
“I am Proof Reaper, destroyer of words.”
— from Bhagavad Vitameatavegamin
More bat guano, darling? 10 days ago
“You folks always say you want hard evidence of alien encounters, so let’s get on with it, shall we.”
— Immortal words from humanity’s first contact with extraterrestrial life
Mike Baldwin creator 10 days ago
Mistakes happen, what’s important is that you learn how to blame them on somebody else.
Jml58 10 days ago
Do we really need a proof reader here?
More bat guano, darling? 10 days ago
Today’s [ backup ] Senryū du Jour:
Why’d anyone want
to go meet some prude readers
and hanged roof beaders?
— Basil Fawlty, in an aside to himself, while reading aloud about structural challenges in “The Three Little Pigs” to Manuel, in a bid for Polly’s affections
willie_mctell 10 days ago
Yesterday on page 22 I found 3 separate instances where an Oxford comma was necessary. There were at least 15 split infinitives in the document. 12 sentences ended with prepositions. Apostrophe abuse was rife,
6turtle9 10 days ago
Shout out to Hitlers speech proofreader. The original grammar nazi.
Mad-ge Dish Soap 10 days ago
I am in a nation of well fed people.
USA, feed me a Lobster Stake meal in a can.
Mad-ge Dish Soap 10 days ago
Spelling Check in a bottle.
Mad-ge Dish Soap 10 days ago
Most home runs Henry Arron.
Henry’s home plate totals.
Mad-ge Dish Soap 10 days ago
Arron Judd goes park it.
Mad-ge Dish Soap 10 days ago
Wow your clock what caused that.
3hourtour Premium Member 10 days ago
…Here yea…
…here yea…
…rum: 80 proof…
…tequila: 100 proof…
…vodka: 180 proof…
…whiskey:120 proof…
…the proof is in the tasting…
…Froglandia Bubble Cream: 192 proof…
…Here yea…
…here yea…
…read all about it…there is proof that sharks are safer than batteries…
More bat guano, darling? 10 days ago
In olden days, there were readers of everything from palms to cranial ridges and entrails and back again - even stool-checkers for the emperor’s health, and hat and coat-checkers to help create the important tip-gig economy so vital to vibrant national health today.
However, as much as it would personally enrich me, professionally and financially — perhaps even spiritually — to throw my support behind, and put my own personal behind behind endorsement of the idea of a private consortium of poot-readers, seems a mere brainfart of a dream in the pipewind, brainstem, and pipend of surrealist conservative whimsy.
However, if we’re going to create such a vast new industry, the common working stiff must be represented… must be made to bend from the waist and contribute, issuing forth opinions aplenty… and breathe free the gathering gloom such an enterprise of this nature must surely be about to create and then celebrate.
— from an informal address to Parliament via the tapping out of a secretive, so-called Porcelain Code, known only to the hush-hush Exterminati, on the asylum’s plumbing systems with a soup ladle, by Patient Zigmund X-9 (who reportedly could verify all of Nostradamus’s predictions for the future, but only after “Liver & Lima Bean Nights” at the Institution
Randy B Premium Member 10 days ago
Yes, the roof-breader is the only one who can make it tasty, even though it will still be indigestible.
Superfrog 10 days ago
Sadly she was a tragic victim of dodgy auto-correction.
davidob 10 days ago
I can hardly wait for the cream of fish eye bagel. Spread the word.
davidob 10 days ago
Cheese it, the cops.
Rotifer NOT GETTING RUBEN BOLLING’S PIN Thalweg Premium Member 9 days ago
Mr. Burns in The Springfield Files?
More bat guano, darling? 9 days ago
Gray-green gloaming-ghosts —
gallant giggle guy… grins.
Ghastly glow! Gads! Gone!
— “Galliteration”, Gaspar G. “Gigi” Galimatias
Mad-ge Dish Soap 9 days ago
I shot Marshall Dillon,
But I did not shoot Festus.
More bat guano, darling? 9 days ago
Take me out to the ballgame.
Take me to the church.
Take me to the Prom.
Take me to the picnic.
Take me out to dinner.
Take me to the movies.
Take me out to the wood shed?
Oh, I don’t think so.
— Preface, Prima Donna Handbook
Rista 8 days ago
Real proof readers (and editors) are an extinct species. Just read any news website to prove it for yourself. So if you want to be taken to a proof reader you’ll have to visit a graveyard and dig one up.