Thursday, January 05, 2017

Writing Style Tip - Web Addresses and Periods

When I write email or website addresses in letters that will be printed, I either deliberately do not put a period after them, even if the address is at the end of a sentence, or I put the address in the middle of a sentence with other words after the address so that the address is followed by a space.
For example, instead of writing:
Please contact me by telephone at 613-555-1111 or by email at hosehead@scammer.com.
I would write:
Please contact me by email at hosehead@scammer.com or by telephone at 613-555-1111.
Many people do not know that an email address or web URL never ends with a period.
I also remove the automatic underlining that Word added to the email address and change the font colour back to black. Since this is going to be printed on paper, the address can’t be clicked on, so there is no need to make it less readable.
Of course, it would be even better if I wrote:
Please email me at hosehead@scammer.com or phone me at 613-555-1111.
But that’s a whole different style issue that all the experts cover.

Monday, November 14, 2016

A word I don't like: Timeliness

I don't like the word "timeliness". It's not just that it's awkward. It's because it's spelled the same as "timelines" with an extra "s". So I'm reading along and I don't know how to pronounce the word until I get to the end.

Unfortunately, I have no solution to offer. Does anyone know a good synonym for either "timeliness" or "timelines" so we can stop using one of those words?

I don't want to set timelines for your reply, but timeliness could help me improve my writing sooner.

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Thursday, August 04, 2016

The gas tank light and my charmed life

It has been a long time since I mentioned my charmed life on this blog.

We were 19 kilometres from Carleton Place when I noticed the gas tank warning light on the dashboard. I'd meant to gas up before we left on our trip to Perth but I forgot.

The needle was below empty on the meter. I've never run out of gas with the Corolla, so I don't know how far it can go. By the time we'd gone past the second exit ramp with no sign of a gas station, I had developed a detailed image of hitchhiking to Carleton Place with the little red gas jug and Manon waiting patiently for me with the car windows open. I also pictured myself scurrying across both sides of the highway and the median after I hitchhiked back.

But then I saw the big Canadian Tire sign at Carleton Place and knew that I'd at least be able to walk to a gas station.

It's been a long time since I've mentioned on this blog that I live a charmed life. But I do. The car made it all the way to pump at the Pioneer station. The pumps were busy with cars waiting to get into the aisle they'd selected.

Do you see why the pumps were busy? Gas was  84.9 cents a litre! Twelve cents a litre less than anywhere else we passed yesterday!

To sum up how lucky I was:

  • I drove for at least 19 kilometres with the little gas tank lit up on my dashboard.
  • I drove right into a free pump at a station that had cars lined up.
  • The gas price was dramatically lower than the price at any other station in Ottawa, Carleton Place or Perth yesterday. Lower than I've seen in months.
  • I had the emptiest gas tank possible to pour that cheap gas into.
When we drove home in the evening, the gas price was at 96.9 at the Pioneer.

Wednesday, August 03, 2016

The Cow not Purchased

I love buying fun things at Value Village.

But if I bought everything I wanted to at Value Village, the house would become crowded and at least one person who lives here would become less happy.

Meanwhile, digital photos don't take up any room and I can still feel like I brought the treasure home.

Sunday, July 03, 2016

I wish I had a guest book sooner

For this year's Canada Day Brunch, we actually got it together to have a guest book. Now that I see what you can get with a guest book, I regret not getting one sooner. Look. There's a portrait of me by the talented Annika.

Yes, the artist made me take off my apron.

I have another regret. I regret not asking Annika to do portraits in the guest book of others at the brunch. If we're lucky, she'll come next year.

There are more pictures of the brunch on Flickr.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

A Missed Opportunity

I just had a phone call that went like this:

Telephone: Ring

Me: {I look at the call display. It says "RBC".} 

Telephone: Ring

Me: {Picking up the phone} Hello?

Telephone: {Silence}

Me: Hello?

Telephone: Hello, RBC, Royal Bank of Canada. How may I help you today?

Me: You called me.

Telephone: Oh, sorry, {indistinguishable words} ,,,call sheet. Sorry to have bothered you, good bye.

Me: Good bye.

But now I have all sorts of thoughts on what I could have said:
  • Is there any sort of help you like providing?
  • Is the Royal Bank offering free money? or interest-free loans?
  • Our stairs could use painting.
If anyone has other ideas, I'd be happy to hear them in case the Royal Bank offers to help me again.