I was alerted today, by e-mail, that a blog-proofreading service has found thirteenwhole errors on my blog, and they’ll tell me where they are, exactly, if I send them money.
This blog is four years old. It has over 1,300 posts on it, so that’s, um, an average of one error for every 100+ posts. The logical thing to do, I believe, is to keep doing my own proofreading, which I do every time I look at posts, old or new.
I do hope those 13 errors are not disturbing anyone else, though.
Upon re-reading the e-mail, I found three errors. That’s in one e-mail. I’m definitely keeping my money!
The above hendecagonal prism shows what Jynx is like when he’s in “kyperkitten” mode. (If you have a kitten, you know what that means.) It’s also rotating rapidly in an effort to make those who fear black cats, and/or the number thirteen, feel even more jumpy, in the hope that Jynx and I can, by working together, startle them into rationality.
On the other hand, Jynx does sometimes like to just lounge around, and watch the world go by — so I’ll show him in “tiredcat” mode as well.
Software credit: I used Stella 4d: Polyhedron Navigator to make these images, a program which is available atthis website.
No wonder he’s smiling in this picture. Ringo Starr has reason to smile. I’ve listened to some of his solo work, and it’s terrible. (Sample lyrics: “Stop, and smell the roses — stop, and fill your noses.”) He’s a proficient drummer, true, but not in the same class as, say, Keith Moon (of the Who) or John Paul Jones (of Led Zeppelin). Unlike those two excellent drummers, though, Ringo Starr is still alive — more good luck.
His original, huge portion of good luck, of course, came when he was chosen to replace Pete Best in the early years of the Beatles, thus tying his name, in musical history, to three truly amazing musicians: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and George Harrison. Pete Best, on the other hand, just might be history’s unluckiest person.