Some Asshats in the old media complain that blogs aren't as good as print because we have no checks and balances, ie; no editors.

Well, I have an editor.

In fact, my sister Katie and I share an editor.

My brother Bill is an award winning (that's right, that's his emmy sitting on my parents' dining room table) journalist.

Despite having a full time job that entails lots of responsibility (they don't give emmy's to the gofers) he always takes the time to correct any spelling or grammatical errors that appear here or at the Salad.

Bill is the one who pointed out to me that I had spelled "Karate" with two ee's.  Not once, not twice, but about two dozen times.  How embarrassing.

Sometimes I use hyperbole to make a point.  He always calls me on that.  Last night, in a private email, I wrote that 9 out of 10 Americans blah blah blah and in seconds he wrote me back, demanding to know where I got my numbers.

I had to admit that I made them up.  I guess I should've written that 15 out of 10 Americans blah blah blah.

I love hyperbole.  I've used it eleventy billions times.

Now Bill will probably write to tell me that even if I'd used hyperbole once a second since the moment I was born I am still not old enough to have done it one billion times, much less eleventy. (My brother Joe will email to let me know that I am close to being that old.) Then Bill will tell me that eleventy isn't even a word, anyway.  (Then my brother Andy will write saying "Of course it is!" Then JP will write to say that it's spelt "t-w-e-l-v-e."  We wont' hear from Woody for two weeks and by then we won't know what he's talking about.)


I'm just happy that someone is paying attention.

 

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