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Thoughts From The Stillness Of Life With Covid.

 Let's start out with some Crazy Shit On Social Media (CSOSM)

Please note one of the obvious 'this is not the correct answer,' but let's see if anybody bites on it is The head coach of the Green Bay Packers.

Not crazy enough for you?
(The following post has disturbing information which may not be suitable for all audiences, Viewer discretion is advised.)


It's not sad enough that I collect this stuff. The fact that I insist on sharing it is worth a trip to the couch all by itself.

The play is the thing:
For those of you who have noticed grammatical errors in my first draft of a script entitled, Playing by the Rules, thank you for pointing them out.
I have had philosophical disagreements with Grammarly. In my defense, and I think they may have canceled me because of culture issues.😌😉 Is it cancel culture or culture cancel? I never can be sure.

So here's the complaint.

I read an advice column on the NYT. This concerns the use of serial commas. (Yes, I know that it's not a cure for COVID, but it's a pain in the backside for me).

I took the sample sentence and tested it on Grammarly.
If you hover your cursor over the red underline beneath the word And in the second line, it will inform you that you need a comma before the word.

Who is correct?

Featured Artist

I can't believe there is anyone in southeastern Wisconsin who doesn't follow Mike DeSisti, Photo editor MJS, videographer, photographerer, and licensed drone pilot. But in case you don't follow him on Instagram, this is a sample of what you've missed. He is truly an artist.

Sunrise and surface ice pushed in a pile by the waves.
By Mike DeSisti, MJS


 
Snack with a Peel.

Now that I have you looking up how you would cancel culture and how many commas you need, can anyone tell me how to peel a 'cutie' (Mandarin Orange) without squirting juice in my eye? I would be grateful.








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