After two (2) posts on this blog, it has come to my attention that my grammar has gone to hell. Which pisses me off, period. So, your command of grammar does suffer from lack of usage. It doesn’t matter if you read a lot, if you read even the most inane stuff like nutrition labels or post office catalogues, the truth (oh, the truth comes in many forms. I used to think that math was the closest you could get to something being absolutely true, but math also leaves you and I get bitter and shall deny it its credit) is if you don’t write on a regular basis, it is only a matter of time that you start writing in msn-speak. It is slightly worse than sms-writing, so you know how bad it really is. Of course, this is only probably only true for me. However, if you have ever thought in smileys, you are in deep shit too. 

Sometimes, I write tremendously long sentences about something because it is more fun to. Short sentences are overrated, and require a coherent mind, which I possess intermittently. Well, but what fun is anything, if you can’t will for it to be exactly the way you want it, even if it is very evidently not. What joy is there in writing, if you can’t twist words to fit your own expectations and realities. I am glad that I didn’t go into journalism. Everyone should be too.

Am having difficulty deciding if I should use contracted forms. And because I was wondering whether to use a comma after an “and” in the above paragraph, I googled and found this, whose example on whether a serial comma resolves ambiguity cracks me up. 

Use of the serial comma can sometimes remove ambiguity. Consider the possibly apocryphal book dedication quoted by Teresa Nielsen Hayden[14]:

To my parents, Ayn Rand and God.

There is ambiguity about the writer’s parentage, because Ayn Rand and God can be read as in apposition to my parents, leading the reader to believe that the writer refers to Ayn Rand and God as his or her parents. A comma before and removes the ambiguity.

This seems to have become a disclaimer post. Then, I guess I shall also not deny that the main reason behind having a blog stems primarily from the fact that I miss writing. And thinking. I should think that it is a very valid reason, given the evidence thus far. It is rather unfortunate, but I think for me, both activities go hand in hand. If I don’t write things down, they either settle somewhere where my memory can’t reach (and therefore, I can’t mull over them and decide what they really are, besides sentences on a page, or images on a wall, or etc) or they roll into one another to form this huge mess from which disentanglement is impossible (and therefore, I can’t deploy them when it comes to battles/arguments). Do I really know what I’ve just written? I shall make a better attempt soon.

Edit (condensed): To ease inertia.