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Friday, November 17, 2006

All the Rage

I'm not gonna lie: Working as a copyeditor can be pretty mundane, even for the most devoted grammar whore. To make my job more bearable, I seek out amusing things in the material I edit. I am thankful for the occasions on which I am assigned an article with completely ridiculous subject matter. This includes but is not limited to a study about the 21st-birthday drinking practices of college students, research on alcoholism that involved forcing the study participants to sniff beer (not just ANY beer, either; it was PBR) and measuring how much they salivated by stuffing their mouths full of cotton pads, and an article about the RAGE (Rating Scale for Aggressive Behaviour in the Elderly; this brings to mind images of ornery old folks shaking their fists ineffectually). I also derive glee from authors with unfortunate names, such as Assenheimer and Poon.

These are the little things that get me through the day.

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