how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Oh dear. Q: Matthew has found a small grammatical error in a post from, oh, let's say about a week ago. Should he:
[ ] Leave it alone, saying nothing.
[ ] Fix it, saying nothing.
[ ] Fix it and say something snarky like, "Hey, why didn't any of you stupidheads find that mistake? Huh? You are the stupidest stupidheads that ever stupided."
[ ] Fix it and say something self-depreciating like, "I am such an idiot for making a mistake as dumb as that. You should all hate me. Do not allow me to write further. Please. Look. I am on my knees, begging for you to pilfer my keyboard, so I may write no more."
[ ] Quiz Prinsiana readers on what to do about the error.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.