adam j. sontag

slightly more like a website than before

The dog ate his food

The dog ate his food

the doG ate his foob.

The first entry in my journal turns out to be atypical of the volume as a whole. As you’ll see, I tended to hew closely to things that had actually happened, or were going to happen, or… well, those are the two major categories. But in this case, I haven’t the foggiest clue of which dog ate his food. But it’s a pretty cool story, bro.

I really don’t know what the deal is with the drawing. That floor is psychedelic checkerboard, and a horsedog stands in the middle of a timewarp slash AWESOME attempt at perspective, ready to eat a delicious frisbee.

In recent years, there has been a movement to stop teachers from making corrections in red pen. Someone decided that red was too harsh, too much of an admonishment for our youth. That is bullshit. A nice red correction screams “DO NOT DO THIS AGAIN.” After I got this entry back from Mrs. Judge, how many more times do you think I confused the characters for lowercase B and D? Zero.* That’s how many times. Red pen works.

*Probably.

Comments