Daily Departures

Departing daily from the ordinary objects of my thoughts.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Quick and easy grammar/Gizoogle

If you've ever had one of those moments when you just aren't sure what is the grammatically proper thing to say (or write)--you know, those times when you re-read a sentence over and over and at a certain point, both ways sound equally wrong--, then you should check out the Guide to Grammar and Writing.

This is not a thoroughly exhaustive to grammar and writing, but if you are having one of those pesky "I forget!" moments, then this is a site worth checking out.

That said, if you are having one of those "I don't know how to speak improperly!" days, then I suggest that you check out Gizoogle. Here's a sample, Hamlet's To be, or not to be speech (note: for full effect, either read it out loud or have someone read it out loud to you).
To be, or not ta be so show some love: thizzat be tha question:
whetha tis nobla in tha mind ta suffer
the sl'n n arrows of outrageous fortunizzles ta takes arms against a sea of troubles,
and by oppos'n end thiznem? ta die . It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg: ta sleep;
no more; n by a sleep ta say we end
the heart-ache n tha thousand natural shocks
that fliznesh is heir to, tis a consummation
devoutly ta be wishd. ta die, ta sleep;
to sleep: perchance ta dream: ay, theres tha rub;
for in tizzy sleep of death what dreams may come
when we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
must give us pause: theres tha respect
that makes calamity of so long life;
for who would bizzle tha whips n scorns of time,
the oppressors wrong, tha proud mans contumely,
the pangs of despised love, tha laws delay,
the insolence of office n tha spurns
that patient merit of tha unworthy takes,
when he himself might his quietus make
witta bizzy bodkin? who would fardels bear,
to grunt n sweat brotha a weary life,
but thizzat tha dread of sum-m sum-m killa death,
the undiscoverd country from whose bourn
no travella returns, puzzles tha will
and makes us gangsta bizzle those ills we have
than fly ta otha that we know not of?
thus conscience does makes cowards of us all;
and thus tha native hue of resolutizzles sicklied oer wit tha pizzle C-to-tha-izzast of thought,
and enterprises of bootylicious pitch n moment
wit this regard they currents tiznurn awry,
and lose tha nizzle of action.-- sizzoft you now!
the fair ophelia! nymph, in thy orisons
be all mah sins rememberd.


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