Thursday, March 22, 2007
Now I know how Britney felt.
I've been bamboozled by Kevin Federline!
You'll please remember that two days ago I alerted the powers-that-be at Kevin Federline's new search engine about a simple, yet glaring typo on the front page. It was a sweet email. Kind in its way of gently reminding them of what Mrs. <insert elementary school teacher name here> taught them so diligently all those years ago. Kind, like the reassuring hand of a mother guiding her young to righteousness and prosperity.
And those fuckers bamboozled me. They made the change alright -- but they failed to A) email me in response, hell, any response, to my sharp, sharp eye. or B) award me a prize. Either would have been acceptable, though B would have been preferable. I mean seriously. Who doesn't like prizes?!
Based on my general impressions of the American population's grasp of basic English grammar, I can't imagine that they would have been beset with all that many emails, similar to my own, about their all-too-common typo. So I felt it only fitting that they hear from me one final time. And no, I have no shame when it comes to outright asking for verbal appreciation and/or (preferably) prizes.
Dear Sirs:
I am delighted that you have made the appropriate corrections to Mr. Federline's website. However, I feel that your lack of acknowledgment of my grammatical prowess a little offensive. Does this not in the least warrant even a "thank you" email? Would you have preferred that I remained unknown to you and left such a garish error on Mr. Federline's site such that others might regard him as less intelligent?
Instead of making funny jokes about Mr. Federline (who, let's face it, has been a fairly easy target these days) amongst ourselves, on our blogs, on MySpace, myself and some pals, graduates of accredited four year institutions of higher learning, decided to help a brutha out and bring your kind attention to the typo.
Perhaps I could still beseech you for a small prize of some sort? Com'on, you must have loads sitting around your workspace. Some small recognition in the form of a thank you email or some other such Kevin Federline paraphernalia.
Seriously. My feelings were hurt.
All the best and with English grammar love,
Cathy Laws
You'll please remember that two days ago I alerted the powers-that-be at Kevin Federline's new search engine about a simple, yet glaring typo on the front page. It was a sweet email. Kind in its way of gently reminding them of what Mrs. <insert elementary school teacher name here> taught them so diligently all those years ago. Kind, like the reassuring hand of a mother guiding her young to righteousness and prosperity.
And those fuckers bamboozled me. They made the change alright -- but they failed to A) email me in response, hell, any response, to my sharp, sharp eye. or B) award me a prize. Either would have been acceptable, though B would have been preferable. I mean seriously. Who doesn't like prizes?!
Based on my general impressions of the American population's grasp of basic English grammar, I can't imagine that they would have been beset with all that many emails, similar to my own, about their all-too-common typo. So I felt it only fitting that they hear from me one final time. And no, I have no shame when it comes to outright asking for verbal appreciation and/or (preferably) prizes.
Dear Sirs:
I am delighted that you have made the appropriate corrections to Mr. Federline's website. However, I feel that your lack of acknowledgment of my grammatical prowess a little offensive. Does this not in the least warrant even a "thank you" email? Would you have preferred that I remained unknown to you and left such a garish error on Mr. Federline's site such that others might regard him as less intelligent?
Instead of making funny jokes about Mr. Federline (who, let's face it, has been a fairly easy target these days) amongst ourselves, on our blogs, on MySpace, myself and some pals, graduates of accredited four year institutions of higher learning, decided to help a brutha out and bring your kind attention to the typo.
Perhaps I could still beseech you for a small prize of some sort? Com'on, you must have loads sitting around your workspace. Some small recognition in the form of a thank you email or some other such Kevin Federline paraphernalia.
Seriously. My feelings were hurt.
All the best and with English grammar love,
Cathy Laws
# posted by Cathy @ 9:05:00 PM 
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