I've mentioned several times that I spend all day making people across the country conform to Global Media Conspiracy standards. What's very odd is that at least once a day someone will argue with me about corrections, despite the fact that Global Media Conspiracy code is there for all to see (we actually use this but I realize you don't have a password).
Today's hullabaloo was over the correct usage of hot line. After I made the correction, one of my ever-talented colleagues wrote back to tell me: "(Hot line) is one word. This has been true since 1982."
I had no idea how to react to this total disconnect from thought. I just sat there shouting at my computer screen: "Are you autistic? Out of what orifice did you pull that 'fact?'"
After several minutes of futile waving of my hands in frustration, I wrote back and calmly suggested that said valuable fellow employee actually consult the Global Media Conspiracy code before stating things as "true since 1982."
Incidentally, the Global Media Conspiracy entry for "hot line" references the emergency telephone line between the United States and Russia. This hot line was set up in response to the 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis. Thus "hot line" has been true since 1962.
And now I can sense that you are just aching to leave an error-filled comment to this post. Go ahead, get it out of your system.
No evil here. Nope. None at all.
I HATE YOU, BLOGGER!!!! Blogger is continuing to be King Suck of Suckdonia when it comes to functioning properly. I spent 50 minutes trying to post to my Welsh blog today. You suck, Blogger. You are the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked.
I thought this story was interesting. Road signs in Western Ireland will soon be in only Gaelic. I'd like to see the same thing happen in Wales with its native language -- if not simply because it's confusing for those of us who speak Welsh to remember two names for every place.
I forgot to mention this, even though I spotted it a few weeks ago: You can now listen online to PureFM. I used to present the drive time show when I was living in Portsmouth. One of my radio high points came when I refused to leave the studio until someone brought me some fried chicken.
If the coffin does not fit... sadly, it does.
OJ, by the way, was on a flight to Chicago when he heard the news. He was so upset that he crushed a glass.