<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181412795784754810</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:01:52.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop that! It's stupid.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthatitsstupid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181412795784754810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthatitsstupid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Doctor Fiddle, D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281436464639282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181412795784754810.post-8365349253409349960</id><published>2010-02-08T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:52:08.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There ain't nobody here but we chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc53eaIuu3I/S3CCGR532pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lJIt2_P2MTk/s1600-h/chickens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc53eaIuu3I/S3CCGR532pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lJIt2_P2MTk/s200/chickens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435987794633153170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Conrad&lt;br /&gt;I saw you on the television news last night talking about your company's takeover bid for the big chicken feed concern in Saskatchewan. Sounds like a good move to me, but I don't pretend to know the chicken business. You know what's best for you and your company.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for pointing out something that I do know, though.&lt;br /&gt;In your comments (no doubt you were nervous in front of the cameras and this is why you misspoke yourself) you said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's for the government regulators to sort out, not we entrepreneurs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's laid before you in black and white, I suppose you see the problem, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Damned pronouns! More trouble than they're worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try a few of these on and you'll see the problem right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shoot I!&lt;br /&gt;I lost he in the crowd .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, too obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I've got to be me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first example, everybody knows &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; should be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because it's the object of the verb (shoot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just shoot me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second example, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; should be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, for the same reason: it's the object of the verb (lost).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I lost him in the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand the principle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A pronoun after a verb has to be the object: &lt;br /&gt;me, him, her, us, them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at these examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the money to I.&lt;br /&gt;I sent the email to she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still too obvious, but it's a slightly different error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to know and you to find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody would say "Give the money to I" (except maybe Lorelei in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gentlemen Prefer Blondes&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Give the money to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody would say, "I sent the email to she."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the principle here? Similar to the one about the verb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A pronoun after a preposition has to be the object: me, him, her, us, them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; me; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; him; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; her; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; us; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in your sentence, "That's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; the government regulators to sort out, not we entrepreneurs," the preposition "for" applies to the government regulators and it applies to "we," i.e., to "us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's for the government regulators to sort out, not (for) us entrepreneurs (to sort out)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter that there's a noun (government regulators) between the preposition  (for) and the pronoun (us).&lt;br /&gt;Any noun or pronoun following the preposition is the object of that preposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle left his fortune &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;to my sister and (to) me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, it doesn't make any difference which order you place them in, they are still both objects:&lt;br /&gt;My uncle left his fortune &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;to me and (to) my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Between you and me&lt;/span&gt;, this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Between me and you&lt;/span&gt;, this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this clears things up for you. I wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself again on national television. At least, not because of your English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me know if I can help in any way.&lt;br /&gt;Yours fondly&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7181412795784754810-8365349253409349960?l=stopthatitsstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthatitsstupid.blogspot.com/feeds/8365349253409349960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stopthatitsstupid.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-aint-nobody-here-but-we-chickens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181412795784754810/posts/default/8365349253409349960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181412795784754810/posts/default/8365349253409349960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthatitsstupid.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-aint-nobody-here-but-we-chickens.html' title='There ain&apos;t nobody here but we chickens'/><author><name>Doctor Fiddle, D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281436464639282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc53eaIuu3I/S3CCGR532pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lJIt2_P2MTk/s72-c/chickens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7181412795784754810.post-3722890292282328977</id><published>2010-02-08T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:04:09.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel good, but you look terribly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc53eaIuu3I/S3CEUWP29mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lc4fg0GpJF8/s1600-h/feel+good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc53eaIuu3I/S3CEUWP29mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lc4fg0GpJF8/s200/feel+good.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435990235340535394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Portia&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to hear from you, dear, but I'm afraid I have to take issue with something you said.&lt;br /&gt;You said you feel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt; because your best friend is getting a divorce?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dear!&lt;br /&gt;That is a shame.&lt;br /&gt;Not the divorce. Your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Now listen up. You don't feel badly. You feel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;In your entire life, if you live to be a hundred, you will never feel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;(Unless you're not very good at feeling, but that's a whole nother story, as I hope you see.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking mood, here. I'm talking raw emotion. I'm talking the way you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel pretty (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prettily&lt;/span&gt;? Please!)&lt;br /&gt;You feel young (No such word as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;youngly&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;You feel attractive&lt;br /&gt;You feel stupid (and you should!)&lt;br /&gt;You feel ... well, you get the point, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop saying "I feel badly about their divorce (or whatever)." &lt;br /&gt;It's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;And the divorce is probably the best thing for those two.&lt;br /&gt;They'll both feel good about it when it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fondly&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7181412795784754810-3722890292282328977?l=stopthatitsstupid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthatitsstupid.blogspot.com/feeds/3722890292282328977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stopthatitsstupid.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-good-how-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181412795784754810/posts/default/3722890292282328977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7181412795784754810/posts/default/3722890292282328977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthatitsstupid.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-good-how-about-you.html' title='I feel good, but you look terribly!'/><author><name>Doctor Fiddle, D.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15281436464639282828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lc53eaIuu3I/S3CEUWP29mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lc4fg0GpJF8/s72-c/feel+good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
