So I've been a bit spotty in terms of blogging because I was singing in a competition last Saturday, and got stressed beforehand due to a chest cold that WOULD NOT LEAVE. And so you got things about Realism and Hugo, which apparently is not what gets people all excited. WHY ARE YOU ARE HERE?
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The month of May has been upon us for a good solid week now, and Chicago's weather is vaguely reflecting that. With May comes the approach of summer and reading outdoors/getting sunburned while reading outdoors and all sorts of lovely things of that nature. BLOGGERS, where do you like to read in the summer?
Because we're right on the lake, and not a crappy city, Chicago has a decent number of parks. I like Milton Olive Park, which is RIGHT next to giant tourist trap Navy Pier. You can also sit right in front of the lake down by Buckingham Fountain (this is a giant, giant fountain that's placed kind of in the middle of nowhere), but there is nothing to put your back against, because the homeless people grab all the good benches.
Can we segue into grammar really quickly? Okay, good. Because COME ON, PEOPLE. I complained about this on twitter last night, but evidently I AM NOT DONE, because it's still irritating me. Here is my position on grammar: I am for it, but I am not for being an ass about it. I think we should split infinitives. I think we should end sentences with prepositions if NOT doing so makes the sentence awkward. I think you can write pretty much whatever you want so long as your meaning is clear. Don't make me go all Samuel L. Jackson.
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Grammar is nice. Being a dick is not.
Now I'm going to go listen to Julie Andrews sing The Lusty Month of May.