Tuesday, April 05, 2005

*blink* *blink* *YAAAWN*

My alarm clock made the case that it was 6:00 AM this morning. My body made a powerful counter argument that it was actually 5:00 AM and then started in with the profanities calling my alarm clock a bloody liar, amongst other less savory things. Meanwhile my mental state felt like the fragmented child in the middle of the really nasty stereotypical divorce.

I believe those of us with diagnosed sleep disorders should have the option to ignore daylight savings time. We should be given a temporal hall pass which allows us to move freely amongst the shifting of hours.

16 Comments:

Blogger gapey said...

*ahem* it's actually Daylight Saving Time not Savings Time. Just a little grammar note I learned over the w/e on our local news station:

Spelling & grammar

The official spelling is Daylight Saving Time, not Daylight SavingS Time.

Saving is used here as a verbal adjective (a participle). It modifies time and tells us more about its nature; namely, that it is characterized by the activity of saving daylight. It is a saving daylight kind of time. Similar examples would be dog walking time or book reading time. Since saving is a verb describing a single type of activity, the form is singular.

Part of the confusion is because the phrase Daylight Saving Time is inaccurate, since no daylight is actually saved. Daylight Shifting Time would be better, but it is not as politically desirable.

4/05/2005  
Blogger Grend31 said...

At the hour of morning I wrote this, yer lucky you got capitalization, nouns and verbs and some punctuation thrown in there. Particularly as sleep deprived as I feel today.

4/05/2005  
Blogger Grend31 said...

What's interesting Beo, is our language has many such words for "some people" as you call them.

Sticks in the mud

(Mired down in the mundane)

Party poopers

(speaks for itself)

etc, etc, etc

4/05/2005  
Blogger gapey said...

I'm not ragging on you just thought you might not be aware of the proper way to say it. I've always called it Daylight Savings Time too. I think most people do actually. It's even spelled that way on my Burningman Calendar. *YAWN*

4/05/2005  
Blogger Grend31 said...

*Goose*!!!

Gotcha Beo.

4/05/2005  
Blogger gapey said...

you forgot smells like a duck....

4/05/2005  
Blogger Grend31 said...

Now there's something I don't think I've ever really thought about. The smell of duck. I mean a live one. Just sitting there. Looking at me. Taunting me to smell it.

4/05/2005  
Blogger Grend31 said...

No no no Beo.

Tastes like chicken.

Yer getting yer birds all mixed up.

4/05/2005  
Blogger Grend31 said...

I have licked many a thing. Never a duck.

4/05/2005  
Blogger dewdew said...

I vote for Daylight SavingS Time, so does that mean I have a Safe Deposit Box or a Safety Deposit Box?

4/05/2005  
Blogger Grend31 said...

I vote for Safety Deposit Box.

Hmmmm... SDB.. not to be confused with SBD. I vote for none of those please. Ventilation in the Lair is poor as it is.

4/05/2005  
Blogger Grend31 said...

Oh, and I'd like to point out that I'm so proud of my readers. I mean I start with a simple post of sleep deprivation and daylight shifting time (which i'm going to call it from now on and evermore) and we've managed to cover duck smelling, duck licking and safety deposit boxes. I love you people. I really do. <3 <3 <3 (those are hearts, on their sides)

4/05/2005  
Blogger gapey said...

“Safety” is rarely pronounced very differently from “safe-D” so it is natural that many people suppose they are hearing the word at the beginning of this phrase, but the correct expression is in fact “safe-deposit box."

Thank you for asking.

4/05/2005  
Blogger MooCow said...

I think they should be called "safety dance deposit boxes," and in order to get anything out of them you must be accompanied by a dwarf, and a slightly attractive blond chick in a ren fest outfit.

4/06/2005  
Blogger Grend31 said...

I like the way you think Moo. Hey! I thought you were done with blogs?

4/06/2005  
Blogger MooCow said...

I'm done with writing my own - I still be reading and commenting every now and then.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to walk through a field of wheat with my little leprachaun sized friend in a big pointy hat.

You can save things if you want to.
You can keep them under lock and key.
Cuz no one's gonna touch em, no one's gonna see em, and there's a big alarm.

4/06/2005  

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