Spake

I just noticed that I've only published 190 posts to this blog, a fraction of what I posted to the blog this one replaced. My old personality was more prolific than the one I'm wearing now, I suppose. It's too bad, actually, that my old personality never had a proper introduction to the new me and vice versa. Both of them would have learned from the other, and both would have been better had they adopted some of the more desirable traits from the other. But both have plenty of less desireable traits, including the propensity to communicate in this way...you know, this way in which I'm using the third person to explain aspects of the first person, and so on.

Were I more adept at understanding, and explaining, grammar, I would attempt to put all of this into a more appropriate form but, alas, I did not inherit my mother's capacity for grammatical wisdom. But I know what I think is right, by God! And I am an absolute wizard at proper usage of its, it's, they're, their, there, etc. But I cannot, no matter how hard I try, comprehend pluperfect, past perfect, preterite, and so on. I get lost and start trying to insinuate mathematics into the process, suggesting somewhere along the way, for example, that a sentence is written in the pluperfect present tense to the fifth power. And it gets even uglier from there.

I love the spoken word, spoken as it should be spoken. But I cannot grasp arcane linguistic structures that ascribe more complexity to speech than it deserves. And there you have it. I have spoken. Or spake.