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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Uuu5F_0MaGKmpx3SqXxv2U_0cac/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Uuu5F_0MaGKmpx3SqXxv2U_0cac/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/SeDhoPslpxM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/SeDhoPslpxM/blame-it-on-rain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FM0mw8UIe_A/TxWKqpTK-_I/AAAAAAAAEkQ/rcjjjG40t3s/s72-c/Salads.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2012/01/blame-it-on-rain.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-1220978194211407367</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 20:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-03T13:00:42.104-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Newspaper Headline Catastrophe</title><description>Happy New Year, everyone! I am a bit behind on posting submissions that you have sent in, but keep 'em coming! Here's a catastrophe from a newspaper headline back in September 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXfiA2HHK0E/TwNrdGePt9I/AAAAAAAAEkE/bHO-NZLS5pA/s1600/City%2BIs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXfiA2HHK0E/TwNrdGePt9I/AAAAAAAAEkE/bHO-NZLS5pA/s400/City%2BIs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693512501624289234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should say &lt;em&gt;cities,&lt;/em&gt; not &lt;em&gt;city's&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Agnes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-1220978194211407367?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tu33r9MW4eK3uQcdhVjmDl637U0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tu33r9MW4eK3uQcdhVjmDl637U0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/-1-8wOoG0J8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/-1-8wOoG0J8/newspaper-headline-catastrophe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXfiA2HHK0E/TwNrdGePt9I/AAAAAAAAEkE/bHO-NZLS5pA/s72-c/City%2BIs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2012/01/newspaper-headline-catastrophe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-8827546643845632503</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-27T07:20:08.502-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Holiday Apostrophe Catastrophe</title><description>An anonymous reader found this apostrophe catastrophe while holiday shopping at TJ Maxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2Z3jcTDPMQ/TvniAx5SAEI/AAAAAAAAEj4/AgeCuuV7GxY/s1600/Peanuts%2BApostrophe%2BCatastrophe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2Z3jcTDPMQ/TvniAx5SAEI/AAAAAAAAEj4/AgeCuuV7GxY/s400/Peanuts%2BApostrophe%2BCatastrophe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690828107180802114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief indeed! Maybe if Lucy had just said "Merry Christmas," this catastrophe could have been avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, person who sent this to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-8827546643845632503?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BJVj8xormg_blbWXZH5nI-jwSV0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BJVj8xormg_blbWXZH5nI-jwSV0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/KVbkuJwcsT4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/KVbkuJwcsT4/holiday-apostrophe-catastrophe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2Z3jcTDPMQ/TvniAx5SAEI/AAAAAAAAEj4/AgeCuuV7GxY/s72-c/Peanuts%2BApostrophe%2BCatastrophe.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/12/holiday-apostrophe-catastrophe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-1606439195133169007</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-23T12:26:47.516-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>O Holy Catastrophe</title><description>Susan sent me a screenshot from a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyviyF-N23A"&gt;YouTube video&lt;/a&gt; of some kids in Alaska town &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fg-S93pkEKA&amp;feature=results_main&amp;playnext=1&amp;list=PL070710416DADF3F7"&gt;going all Bob Dylan &lt;/a&gt;on the Hallelujah Chorus. She writes that the video is "Cute, fun, in the spirit of the season and all, but every time they got to 'King of King's' and 'Lord of Lord's,' I cringed a little." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vVlUldFYk9w/TvTjQrCdqaI/AAAAAAAAEjs/frOndG0c1aM/s1600/Quinhagak_Hallelujah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vVlUldFYk9w/TvTjQrCdqaI/AAAAAAAAEjs/frOndG0c1aM/s400/Quinhagak_Hallelujah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689422104846248354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to Susan and all my other readers out there! All I want for Christmas is apostrophe catastrophes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-1606439195133169007?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bA_7KvLkyWUfTq31bxXCq6p8Nak/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bA_7KvLkyWUfTq31bxXCq6p8Nak/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/2uyrNvYbZfg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/2uyrNvYbZfg/filenes-basement-catastrophe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vAPdvL1E0vc/TvIUFkrcrFI/AAAAAAAAEjg/VHK6FpMCwrs/s72-c/Filenes%2BBasement%2BCatastrophe.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/12/filenes-basement-catastrophe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-719378925511345940</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-19T07:36:53.180-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spelling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Video Store Catastrophe</title><description>Emily spotted this catastrophic sign in a video store in Victoria, BC, so who knows how long it has been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFW8ybA_L-4/Tu9Z0Jf-kYI/AAAAAAAAEjU/Fr1y1aBwUm8/s1600/Unsupervised%2BChildrens%2BPlay%2BArea%2BCatastrophe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFW8ybA_L-4/Tu9Z0Jf-kYI/AAAAAAAAEjU/Fr1y1aBwUm8/s400/Unsupervised%2BChildrens%2BPlay%2BArea%2BCatastrophe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687863606830338434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the parents aren't responsible for their &lt;em&gt;chiderns &lt;/em&gt;[sic] spelling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Lillian for sending this in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-719378925511345940?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KjK-H7Dn5EmI5OEy9Gj8uZKk2e8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KjK-H7Dn5EmI5OEy9Gj8uZKk2e8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/rhcg4BsIfbQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/rhcg4BsIfbQ/video-store-catastrophe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFW8ybA_L-4/Tu9Z0Jf-kYI/AAAAAAAAEjU/Fr1y1aBwUm8/s72-c/Unsupervised%2BChildrens%2BPlay%2BArea%2BCatastrophe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/12/video-store-catastrophe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-8098866946100430013</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-15T11:29:27.742-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Christmas Public Service Announcement</title><description>It's probably a little bit late for this, but I thought I would extend a public-service announcement related to holiday cards. If you are signing your family's name on the card, do not use an apostrophe. Even if your last name ends in "y." I'm probably preaching to the choir, but this seemed relevent for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for today's apostrophe catastrophe, submitted by &lt;a href="http://www.headbloom.com"&gt;Alan&lt;/a&gt;, a prolific contributor to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-1KyVl6Hzs/TupJfNSTIaI/AAAAAAAAEjE/avtwtQgAT9M/s1600/Michigan%2BLake%2BHouse%2BCatastrophe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-1KyVl6Hzs/TupJfNSTIaI/AAAAAAAAEjE/avtwtQgAT9M/s400/Michigan%2BLake%2BHouse%2BCatastrophe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686438279999857058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should just say "The Jonkmans," or "The Jonkmans' House." He says he tried to explain the error to the owner of the store where he found the sign, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Alan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-8098866946100430013?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mBL3CEL5sr9Kq70SUMo5twafZpg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mBL3CEL5sr9Kq70SUMo5twafZpg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/qPwVyIl3AzQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/qPwVyIl3AzQ/christmas-public-service-announcement.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-1KyVl6Hzs/TupJfNSTIaI/AAAAAAAAEjE/avtwtQgAT9M/s72-c/Michigan%2BLake%2BHouse%2BCatastrophe.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/12/christmas-public-service-announcement.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-8058518127053943042</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-12T08:28:16.662-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Hooters T-Shirt Catastrophe</title><description>Sherry picked up a Hooters T-shirt for a Halloween costume a few years ago -- or so she claims -- and has been annoyed by its apostrophe catastrophe ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PWCsGis3FA/TuYrXJ340KI/AAAAAAAAEi4/WedUQl9aRv8/s1600/Hooters%2BTshirt%2BPines%2BRocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PWCsGis3FA/TuYrXJ340KI/AAAAAAAAEi4/WedUQl9aRv8/s400/Hooters%2BTshirt%2BPines%2BRocks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685279256389144738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the city is Pembroke Pines, so if the shirt is trying to say that the city rocks, it shouldn't have an apostrophe at all. If the shirt is trying to refer to rocks that belong to the city (unlikely), the apostrophe should be after the "s."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Sherry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-8058518127053943042?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ofaAhIVr8ZjO4JRZ0zCar634aiE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ofaAhIVr8ZjO4JRZ0zCar634aiE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/C2ytkAfAWx0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/C2ytkAfAWx0/hooters-t-shirt-catastrophe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PWCsGis3FA/TuYrXJ340KI/AAAAAAAAEi4/WedUQl9aRv8/s72-c/Hooters%2BTshirt%2BPines%2BRocks.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/12/hooters-t-shirt-catastrophe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-9113412793633301925</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-06T18:30:33.123-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Only on Days that End in "Y"</title><description>Leah couldn't resist correcting this apostrophe catastrophe that she found in the dressing room at Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPhx-MCnecI/Tt7PRtrymKI/AAAAAAAAEig/QcZuetaoeFg/s1600/Old%2BNavy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPhx-MCnecI/Tt7PRtrymKI/AAAAAAAAEig/QcZuetaoeFg/s400/Old%2BNavy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683207683016136866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days in a row, I have featured entries in which readers have corrected errors. I'm proud of you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot to mention that I was very honored a couple of days ago that &lt;a href="http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/2011/12/01/hospitality-has-limits/"&gt;Passive Aggressive Notes&lt;/a&gt; posted a sign that I sent them. At least someone cares about me... (kidding! meta!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-9113412793633301925?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5Z06Qu3-GPRMOD8dUIqMNVrDP6o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5Z06Qu3-GPRMOD8dUIqMNVrDP6o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5Z06Qu3-GPRMOD8dUIqMNVrDP6o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5Z06Qu3-GPRMOD8dUIqMNVrDP6o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/PK_HdKkqz5U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/PK_HdKkqz5U/only-on-days-that-end-in-y.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPhx-MCnecI/Tt7PRtrymKI/AAAAAAAAEig/QcZuetaoeFg/s72-c/Old%2BNavy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/12/only-on-days-that-end-in-y.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-7272497467779017686</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-01T10:59:06.328-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>She's Crafty!</title><description>Last year Melissa sent in a photo of a &lt;a href="http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2010/12/christmas-tree-catastrophe.html"&gt;tree skirt&lt;/a&gt; that was marred with an apostrophe catastrophe. When she brought the tree skirt out of storage today, she decided to fix the catastrophe with an editor's mark made of red thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDKolbk2XOo/TtfOPoic0sI/AAAAAAAAEiU/FqilhNjikZs/s1600/Christmas%2BTree%2BSkirt%2BCatastrophe%2B--%2Bfixed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDKolbk2XOo/TtfOPoic0sI/AAAAAAAAEiU/FqilhNjikZs/s400/Christmas%2BTree%2BSkirt%2BCatastrophe%2B--%2Bfixed.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681236222926443202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, Melissa! Now I'm in the holiday spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-7272497467779017686?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qL1LDdjLbxYhv2CqCi_Hrv5p1yU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qL1LDdjLbxYhv2CqCi_Hrv5p1yU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qL1LDdjLbxYhv2CqCi_Hrv5p1yU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qL1LDdjLbxYhv2CqCi_Hrv5p1yU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/LBqBIK-jVrY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/LBqBIK-jVrY/shes-crafty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDKolbk2XOo/TtfOPoic0sI/AAAAAAAAEiU/FqilhNjikZs/s72-c/Christmas%2BTree%2BSkirt%2BCatastrophe%2B--%2Bfixed.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/12/shes-crafty.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-1633839477693853036</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-30T12:47:18.215-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Thank God It's for Dogs</title><description>Sherry spotted this horrible-looking food at Wal-Mart, and I was completely grossed out, until I realized that it's a dog treat. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZR1Q2Qnz80/TtaWHfLWyAI/AAAAAAAAEiI/ZKs0qzKmA90/s1600/Chicken_Kabob%2527s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZR1Q2Qnz80/TtaWHfLWyAI/AAAAAAAAEiI/ZKs0qzKmA90/s400/Chicken_Kabob%2527s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680893035346839554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I would even feed this stuff to a dog, though! It looks truly disgusting. And even a dog would probably recognize that this product's name should not have an apostrophe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Sherry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-1633839477693853036?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RHDO9c1irW89zS9p1nce88QuUbk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RHDO9c1irW89zS9p1nce88QuUbk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RHDO9c1irW89zS9p1nce88QuUbk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RHDO9c1irW89zS9p1nce88QuUbk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/6znJld43LJ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/6znJld43LJ4/thank-god-its-for-dogs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZR1Q2Qnz80/TtaWHfLWyAI/AAAAAAAAEiI/ZKs0qzKmA90/s72-c/Chicken_Kabob%2527s.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/11/thank-god-its-for-dogs.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-4180535010275110406</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-28T08:49:58.248-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Manhattan Post Office Catastrophe</title><description>The post office is extremely busy at this time of year with millions of people shopping for Cyber Monday deals. So, presumably employees at the main Manhattan branch won't notice the double catastrophe on this sign in their cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQzBbXKpmUo/TtO7m1Z7ecI/AAAAAAAAEh8/Y_i6-RkRvno/s1600/Manhattan%2BPost%2BOffice%2BCatastropheJPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQzBbXKpmUo/TtO7m1Z7ecI/AAAAAAAAEh8/Y_i6-RkRvno/s400/Manhattan%2BPost%2BOffice%2BCatastropheJPG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680089830889585090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, who sent in this catastrophe, notes that the sign will certainly be torn down as the post office is converted to &lt;a href="http://www.moynihanstation.org/newsite/2005/08/moynihan_station_animation.html"&gt;Moynihan Train Station&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Edward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-4180535010275110406?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/swcZJNkhoLF3DfY6tKYLLt0mxvk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/swcZJNkhoLF3DfY6tKYLLt0mxvk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/swcZJNkhoLF3DfY6tKYLLt0mxvk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/swcZJNkhoLF3DfY6tKYLLt0mxvk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/htcKbZjZyJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/htcKbZjZyJc/manhattan-post-office-catastrophe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQzBbXKpmUo/TtO7m1Z7ecI/AAAAAAAAEh8/Y_i6-RkRvno/s72-c/Manhattan%2BPost%2BOffice%2BCatastropheJPG.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/11/manhattan-post-office-catastrophe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-937373157677728382</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-21T12:31:13.311-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Good On Cold</title><description>The catchphrase on this cup reads "good &lt;em&gt;on &lt;/em&gt;cold" or perhaps "good &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;cold," but I'm pretty sure McDonald's means to say "good &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;cold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1tEagnfjNo/Tsq07r9MpbI/AAAAAAAAEhw/X18KfOTTKKc/s1600/Good%2Bin%2BCold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1tEagnfjNo/Tsq07r9MpbI/AAAAAAAAEhw/X18KfOTTKKc/s400/Good%2Bin%2BCold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677549217758619058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a minor catastrophe compared to many others I have posted on this site, but since it was committed by McDonald's, I can't let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-937373157677728382?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C04BJwHOowqSk1s2LtPDhUEvZt8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C04BJwHOowqSk1s2LtPDhUEvZt8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C04BJwHOowqSk1s2LtPDhUEvZt8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C04BJwHOowqSk1s2LtPDhUEvZt8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/yx3qW4UQb0A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/yx3qW4UQb0A/good-on-cold.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1tEagnfjNo/Tsq07r9MpbI/AAAAAAAAEhw/X18KfOTTKKc/s72-c/Good%2Bin%2BCold.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/11/good-on-cold.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-1742086028688034122</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-16T13:26:40.171-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">capitalization</category><title>Gardening Catastrophe</title><description>Someone handed this flyer to Kate's husband in Hampton, England:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8uJC8hY4qs/TsQqKZSc1xI/AAAAAAAAEhc/h8S8GcvCBTA/s1600/Gardening%2BCatastrophe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8uJC8hY4qs/TsQqKZSc1xI/AAAAAAAAEhc/h8S8GcvCBTA/s400/Gardening%2BCatastrophe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675707788468999954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I have ever seen so many apostrophe catastrophes on one page! While it's not technically an error, per se, it looks awkward to start an advertisement with parentheses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Kate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-1742086028688034122?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5HS4qjxIlFGf87a9ydKqdw7BlUk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5HS4qjxIlFGf87a9ydKqdw7BlUk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/hpqrwQ2U5AI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/hpqrwQ2U5AI/gardening-catastrophe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8uJC8hY4qs/TsQqKZSc1xI/AAAAAAAAEhc/h8S8GcvCBTA/s72-c/Gardening%2BCatastrophe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/11/gardening-catastrophe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-9088923567711051561</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-11T07:37:02.288-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Veterans Day: An Apostrophe-Free Holiday</title><description>Happy Veterans Day, everyone! Yes, that's &lt;em&gt;Veterans &lt;/em&gt;with no apostrophe. The day is for all veterans, unlike Mother's Day, which is apparently for &lt;a href="http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/05/apostrophe-in-mothers-day.html"&gt;only one mother&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Washington Post has an interesting &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/answer-sheet/post/veterans-day-no-apostrophe-in-veterans-and-other-facts/2011/11/10/gIQAdv2MAN_blog.html"&gt;blog posting&lt;/a&gt; today about Veterans Day and how it came to be celebrated on 11/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy sent me this screenshot of a blog posting that erroneously adds an apostrophe to make &lt;em&gt;veterans &lt;/em&gt;plural. That's just completely wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3fguq7YGpE/Tr1A2MKaEFI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/pzw_W1o0HuI/s1600/Veterans%2BDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3fguq7YGpE/Tr1A2MKaEFI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/pzw_W1o0HuI/s400/Veterans%2BDay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673762405278683218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy was able to get the blog changed, so it's now error free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep fighting the good fight, apostrophe soldiers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-9088923567711051561?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VIPUg8v4LjEf6ng5EDW6zt3aq5E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VIPUg8v4LjEf6ng5EDW6zt3aq5E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VIPUg8v4LjEf6ng5EDW6zt3aq5E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VIPUg8v4LjEf6ng5EDW6zt3aq5E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/UnN-DiNe40M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/UnN-DiNe40M/veterans-day-apostrophe-free-holiday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H3fguq7YGpE/Tr1A2MKaEFI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/pzw_W1o0HuI/s72-c/Veterans%2BDay.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/11/veterans-day-apostrophe-free-holiday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-4239872003464479105</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-10T07:23:28.291-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>You and Whose Army?</title><description>My softball team won our game last night, so we moved on to the next round of the playoffs. When we got to field #2, we found these guys cheering us on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldpZ2bcGq6c/TrvsOvdoJlI/AAAAAAAAEhE/0hPWsvDb0ik/s1600/Garys%2BArmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 381px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldpZ2bcGq6c/TrvsOvdoJlI/AAAAAAAAEhE/0hPWsvDb0ik/s400/Garys%2BArmy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673387893606327890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary's Army had lost to the Red Squirrels, so the army stuck around to drink and root for us to beat the Red Squirrels. Their team is named after one dude name Gary, but somewhere along the line, the newer versions of their shirts were printed without an apostrophe. "I think you would have won if your shirts were properly punctuated," I told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on first base after hitting a single, one of the guys yelled, "Yeah! Do it for the apostrophes!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the good wishes and for letting me take your photo. It's good to have fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the finals tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-4239872003464479105?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rhnYUEWQUl1-BpTJamEtLqriADw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rhnYUEWQUl1-BpTJamEtLqriADw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rhnYUEWQUl1-BpTJamEtLqriADw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rhnYUEWQUl1-BpTJamEtLqriADw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/bh5DkIfYR4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/bh5DkIfYR4s/pizza-catastrophe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ptuwuQP3lx8/TrmV7f9EZVI/AAAAAAAAEg4/lBpuj_muh_Q/s72-c/castatefair.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/11/pizza-catastrophe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-7541801039229686269</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 20:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-03T13:37:22.717-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">period</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Let Me Stand Next to Your Catastrophe</title><description>Shelby spotted a blatant apostrophe catastrophe (&lt;em&gt;you're/your&lt;/em&gt; confusion) on Fender's website when she was trying to enter a contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upxfvzSDFqA/TrL6waamZVI/AAAAAAAAEgs/CE40FXo67Kw/s1600/Fender%2BGuitar%2BApostrophe%2BCatastrophe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upxfvzSDFqA/TrL6waamZVI/AAAAAAAAEgs/CE40FXo67Kw/s400/Fender%2BGuitar%2BApostrophe%2BCatastrophe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670870590444430674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence also needs a period at the end. Jimi Hendrix would be horrified. Fender Stratocaster needs to tune up its punctuation skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Shelby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-7541801039229686269?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f4jUBiQf18WZkPnRDHmQ6sIn4uc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f4jUBiQf18WZkPnRDHmQ6sIn4uc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f4jUBiQf18WZkPnRDHmQ6sIn4uc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f4jUBiQf18WZkPnRDHmQ6sIn4uc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/PvafbfkwaJg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/PvafbfkwaJg/let-me-stand-next-to-your-catastrophe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upxfvzSDFqA/TrL6waamZVI/AAAAAAAAEgs/CE40FXo67Kw/s72-c/Fender%2BGuitar%2BApostrophe%2BCatastrophe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/11/let-me-stand-next-to-your-catastrophe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-3139648164019504036</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-31T11:51:28.053-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Everything Must Go, Including Apostrophes</title><description>Intense depression as a result of their stores going out of business is the only explanation for this apostrophe catastrophe from Border's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyhMj50FehI/Tq7uB0lKQDI/AAAAAAAAEgg/rzBZb16Wx-g/s1600/soda%2527s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyhMj50FehI/Tq7uB0lKQDI/AAAAAAAAEgg/rzBZb16Wx-g/s400/soda%2527s.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669730695967817778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Lance for sending in this catastrophe. It's fitting that I'm posting his submission today because I met him at a Halloween party last year when he was dressed as Kim Jong Il.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-3139648164019504036?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e7HIDILoGATrlLcgJB-CCRbtsbM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e7HIDILoGATrlLcgJB-CCRbtsbM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/F141vw0Yukw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/F141vw0Yukw/everything-must-go-including.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyhMj50FehI/Tq7uB0lKQDI/AAAAAAAAEgg/rzBZb16Wx-g/s72-c/soda%2527s.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2011/10/everything-must-go-including.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-3653144062771766233</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2011 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-28T11:52:55.370-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Two Stores, Two Different Problems</title><description>Bradley visited two photo stores in one day and found that neither of them could use apostrophes properly. The first one missed the apostrophe in &lt;em&gt;world's&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aoF-8WCmgQI/Tqr5kd7rwFI/AAAAAAAAEfo/rHholZhKh1U/s1600/photo%2Bstore%2Bcatastrophe1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aoF-8WCmgQI/Tqr5kd7rwFI/AAAAAAAAEfo/rHholZhKh1U/s400/photo%2Bstore%2Bcatastrophe1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668617485904756818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second one added an errant apostrophe to &lt;em&gt;iPads&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W850_cz7u1M/Tqr5qe8giaI/AAAAAAAAEf0/bX_XIKruM68/s1600/ipad%2Bcatastrophe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W850_cz7u1M/Tqr5qe8giaI/AAAAAAAAEf0/bX_XIKruM68/s400/ipad%2Bcatastrophe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668617589255866786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley concludes that one could argue that the second example could be a contraction, but it's probably just an error. I concur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Bradley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246003255618765456-3653144062771766233?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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