A few months back, I retired from my gig as an unpaid but dedicated language and grammar grouch. Y’all could have sent me a few thanks and maybe policed your own copy for a change, but nooooooo! So I’m coming out of retirement with some hot tips on slang, which is fun to use and… Continue reading Watch that slanguage!
Welcome to my retirement! Not the one from my actual job a few years ago but the brand new one from my other life as a professional language police person and grammar nag, writing under the moniker Uncle Grumpy. You might ask why I’m retiring. (You might also not care.) Well, it wasn’t an easy… Continue reading Uncle Grumpy’s gone fishin’
A problem facing writers like myself is establishing an identity. It helps if one’s homeland conveys gravitas (which sounds cool even if it’s a buzzword) and by default plants you in the same ballpark with giants like William Faulkner and Eudora Welty. So by virtue of the fact that I’ve lived way down below the… Continue reading Southern overexposure
I’ve found my calling. Since I retired a couple of years back, I’ve been floundering in the shallows of unfulfillment, trying to find purpose in geezerhood. And the market for over-60 male porn stars is a lot smaller than I hoped. But now I’ve found a gig I can do brilliantly. It’ll never dry up… Continue reading Scammer grammar hammer
It’s official. We’re in a national crisis. You don’t have to take my word for it. Plenty of more authoritative authorities than your Uncle Grumpy have exposed the shocking truth: the White House can’t spell. In Washington, you know you’re in trouble when two big stories about your problem surface like enemy submarines on the… Continue reading A bad spell of whether