I despise moving. With a passion. But, here it is, moving day. Luckily, i started packing last nite so it’s not going to be a complete disaster. Of course, all of my friends look at my place and freak, noting that i’m a complete pack rat. Today, a chunk of my friends are going to converge, drink some beers and play with the Irish men i hired to do some heavy lifting. This outta be interesting. Soon i will be in Amazonia, living with my cat and good friends. Yay!
welcome home, d!
Hi. I was just sort of checking things out, and I happened to notice in the process that your use of the pronoun “I” in writing is interesting.
I know quite a few people who insist on leaving out any and all sense of casing in their writing, leaving everything in the lower, including proper nouns. This goes for the beginning, middle, and ends of sentences.
You, on the other hand, seem perfectly content to begin a sentence with “I,” but will write it as “i” when it appears anywhere else.
I just thought that was interesting. I’m not trying to judge you or anything. It stood out because it’s rather unique (in my experience, anyway).
It doesn’t have anything at all to do with your day of moving, though.
Here – I’ll post something about moving so that this comment isn’t completely off topic: I think moving sucks, too. I hate it. Seriously. I signed up for a one year lease for my current apartment about two years ago. I haven’t left yet because moving is just lame – It’s too hot in the summer to do it, and too cold in the winter. I could do it during the fall if it didn’t rain so much, and might be able to get it done during the spring if I weren’t so bent on going outside to catch butterflies and sink my feet into the cool grass on a sunny day.
You also spelled “night” as “nite.” This isn’t the common spelling, but it seems to be OK with Webster. I think it’s a better spelling than the usual “night” if for no other reason than the fact that it’s much easier to spell and probably makes life much easier on people for whom English is a second language.
That’s probably enough rambling for now. It’s just the natural result of spending an entire day coding. After staring at the computer screen for twelve hours, a compulsive desire to communicate comes over the entire being. I’d talk to a person, but that just doesn’t cut it when I’m in “computer mode.” People don’t seem real enough at the end of a long day in front of the LCD, you know?