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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 22:16:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Apostrophe Catastrophes</title><description>The Worlds' Worst. Punctuation;</description><link>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>380</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ApostropheCatastrophes" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-4198406319769205992</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 21:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T13:40:14.969-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Cutting Crew</title><description>Meghan, who spotted this apostrophe catastrophe at Hobby Lobby, deemed it "painful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SvndidOwFJI/AAAAAAAACos/L6aRuCiCw8U/s1600-h/Hobby+Lobby+Floral+Cutter%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SvndidOwFJI/AAAAAAAACos/L6aRuCiCw8U/s400/Hobby+Lobby+Floral+Cutter%27s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402592812039410834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to agree. Someone ought to use the &lt;em&gt;cutter's&lt;/em&gt; to cut out the catastrophe from that sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Meghan!&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/6246003255618765456-4198406319769205992?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-mbvkYq8b7AGv5qwgxA0jQHGkLk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-mbvkYq8b7AGv5qwgxA0jQHGkLk/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/exEXM7RTZlo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/exEXM7RTZlo/cutting-crew.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SvndidOwFJI/AAAAAAAACos/L6aRuCiCw8U/s72-c/Hobby+Lobby+Floral+Cutter%27s.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/11/cutting-crew.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-8109526381900177498</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T07:26:16.074-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Infiltrate the Dancefloor</title><description>If there's one thing I love more than proper punctuation, it's gay men. So one of my favorite concepts is &lt;a href="http://bostonguerrilla.googlepages.com/"&gt; Guerrilla Queer Bar&lt;/a&gt;. You see, I like the dance, but I don't like the kind of straight men who go out dancing in Boston. So, GQB is perfect for me because I get to dance with a lot of hot men and not worry that any of them are going to roofie me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month's GQB was at Tequila Rain and featured dancing to "Bad Romance" and an apostrophe catastrophe on the bathroom sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/Svgz3aqxauI/AAAAAAAACok/b73BZFptMjU/s1600-h/Mens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/Svgz3aqxauI/AAAAAAAACok/b73BZFptMjU/s400/Mens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402124780175452898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to all my mens! I love you guys!&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/6246003255618765456-8109526381900177498?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xQiCI2TrpvhNwHhYKlBV2FKdohU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xQiCI2TrpvhNwHhYKlBV2FKdohU/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/llJmfzlk6kQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/llJmfzlk6kQ/spooky-scary-catastrophe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/Suy7tZR1HeI/AAAAAAAACns/F4azTTntQPc/s72-c/Rock+with+Jock%27s+002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/spooky-scary-catastrophe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-8659853208645437306</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-31T07:56:48.632-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Victory at the Boston Garden</title><description>As you may have seen in &lt;a href="http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2008/12/boston-garden-womens-and-mens-rooms.html"&gt; this entry&lt;/a&gt; from last December, the bathrooms at the Boston Garden were riddled with apostrophe catastrophes. But last night, as I ran past the concession stands to make it to my seat in time for tip-off, I noticed that they had fixed the punctuation errors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SuxPkyfQgjI/AAAAAAAACnc/-AksMxRouGM/s1600-h/Womens+Entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SuxPkyfQgjI/AAAAAAAACnc/-AksMxRouGM/s400/Womens+Entrance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398777546757145138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SuxPvLqiaxI/AAAAAAAACnk/VMpzUn1IXNw/s1600-h/Garden+Bathroom+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SuxPvLqiaxI/AAAAAAAACnk/VMpzUn1IXNw/s400/Garden+Bathroom+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398777725314034450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the TD Garden on a rare apostrophe success -- and to the Celtics on their trouncing of the Bulls.&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/6246003255618765456-8659853208645437306?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UIt6HRHuUGdnTnGIhc0txOS7qGo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UIt6HRHuUGdnTnGIhc0txOS7qGo/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/MHJvstSaPbQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/MHJvstSaPbQ/victory-at-boston-garden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SuxPkyfQgjI/AAAAAAAACnc/-AksMxRouGM/s72-c/Womens+Entrance.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/victory-at-boston-garden.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-4383160557678831100</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T12:44:21.445-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Boy's, Boy's, Boy's</title><description>Lady Gaga would not approve of this sign because she knows that one boy is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SutBid-TGuI/AAAAAAAACnU/gQFdyzAyWkc/s1600-h/Boy%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SutBid-TGuI/AAAAAAAACnU/gQFdyzAyWkc/s400/Boy%27s.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398480638750956258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Brian for sending in this apostrophe catastrophe that he found at an amusement park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween to all my readers! If any of you dress as a punctuation mark for Halloween, be sure to take a photo and send it 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/6246003255618765456-4383160557678831100?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y_vB3Ly6mKq3rHmJn-80Ae1ZcIY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Y_vB3Ly6mKq3rHmJn-80Ae1ZcIY/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/Vu9J7IcxZYs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/Vu9J7IcxZYs/boys-boys-boys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SutBid-TGuI/AAAAAAAACnU/gQFdyzAyWkc/s72-c/Boy%27s.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/boys-boys-boys.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-4992489681617070224</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T12:05:57.179-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Teach Your Children Well</title><description>Melissa from Utah wrote that her younger brother found this apostrophe catastrophe at his school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SunmOF3_2OI/AAAAAAAACnE/rlPTcuIbX5A/s1600-h/Teacher%27s+Only.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SunmOF3_2OI/AAAAAAAACnE/rlPTcuIbX5A/s400/Teacher%27s+Only.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398098758149855458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly thereafter, Melissa's mom found an apostrophe catastrophe at a salon in town that is owned by someone who graduated from the high school where the filing-cabinet catastrophe was spotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SunmwkWcTrI/AAAAAAAACnM/2GyeWpxXMdQ/s1600-h/walk+ins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SunmwkWcTrI/AAAAAAAACnM/2GyeWpxXMdQ/s400/walk+ins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398099350446165682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa concludes that it's not entirely the salon owner's fault because she was never taught proper punctuation. I would have to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Melissa and Melissa's mom and brother!&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/6246003255618765456-4992489681617070224?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/huh9AR_C9yPxOoN1gU4crLe9VFI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/huh9AR_C9yPxOoN1gU4crLe9VFI/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/KV8PEOtI0fM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/KV8PEOtI0fM/it-is-for-waitresses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SuIPbiKn7lI/AAAAAAAACms/NaAGYx_CCjc/s72-c/Waitresses+Only.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/it-is-for-waitresses.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-6882688074708588480</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T13:58:59.870-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Mushroom Lover Is...</title><description>Nicholina took this photo of a tray at a Carl's Jr. location in Singapore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SuDHU_7POeI/AAAAAAAACmM/-NXZsA29efw/s1600-h/Carl%27s+Junior+Catastrophe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SuDHU_7POeI/AAAAAAAACmM/-NXZsA29efw/s400/Carl%27s+Junior+Catastrophe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395531517161060834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The punctuation is appalling, but that photo is making me hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Nicholina!&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/6246003255618765456-6882688074708588480?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jsS8yiDockQe-PeYn2c8CacLcic/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jsS8yiDockQe-PeYn2c8CacLcic/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/bEj3n0Q6C6g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/bEj3n0Q6C6g/mushroom-lover-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SuDHU_7POeI/AAAAAAAACmM/-NXZsA29efw/s72-c/Carl%27s+Junior+Catastrophe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/mushroom-lover-is.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-3864183728304448617</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 20:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T13:44:51.008-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Seventy-Five Percent Wrong</title><description>Jim was shocked when he noticed that three out of the four words on this sign contained apostrophe catastrophes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/St9yA8SOTnI/AAAAAAAACmE/zhvUNqjTuHc/s1600-h/Garys+Mens+and+Womens+Wear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/St9yA8SOTnI/AAAAAAAACmE/zhvUNqjTuHc/s400/Garys+Mens+and+Womens+Wear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395156239121272434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we know, &lt;em&gt;mens &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;womens &lt;/em&gt;are not words, but what if the store is owned by more than one guy name Gary? Jim called the store to investigate and learned that there is only one Gary. Maybe Gary should hire someone else named Gary to help him proofread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Jim! &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/6246003255618765456-3864183728304448617?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mNMITuQfomeuGiFLezyQCpJ5Mg0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mNMITuQfomeuGiFLezyQCpJ5Mg0/1/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/P9NVxVcIOYA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/P9NVxVcIOYA/seventy-five-percent-wrong.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/St9yA8SOTnI/AAAAAAAACmE/zhvUNqjTuHc/s72-c/Garys+Mens+and+Womens+Wear.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/seventy-five-percent-wrong.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-3907435501678041233</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 20:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T14:04:25.338-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music recommendations</category><title>Gaga Ooh-La-La</title><description>Ever since I heard "Bad Romance" for the first time yesterday, it has become difficult for me to accomplish anything besides listening to it on repeat and (mostly successfully) trying to avoid dancing in my cubicle. So, in honor of Lady Gaga (and certain friends of mine who knew she was brilliant all along), today's chosen apostrophe catastrophe is the ubiquitous &lt;em&gt;womens &lt;/em&gt;error. Reminder: &lt;em&gt;women &lt;/em&gt; is already plural; &lt;em&gt;womens &lt;/em&gt; is not a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Merry took this photo at Wonder Bar in Allston, which happens to be across the street from one of her previous apostrophe catastrophes, &lt;a href="http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2008/06/drunken-punctuation.html"&gt; Blanchard's&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/St4lMzP2-mI/AAAAAAAACl8/LdZhMIcv8R4/s1600-h/Womens+Toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/St4lMzP2-mI/AAAAAAAACl8/LdZhMIcv8R4/s400/Womens+Toilet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394790305481816674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Merry! It has been too long since I posted one of your 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/6246003255618765456-3907435501678041233?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cA4EBfrrBE2MWAfGS9b4qI-FoXs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cA4EBfrrBE2MWAfGS9b4qI-FoXs/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/~4/9ezgNxGNC9g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/9ezgNxGNC9g/catastrophe-at-disney-land.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/StzNkC1jRXI/AAAAAAAAClc/TXY877OYgmQ/s72-c/Dumbo%27s+a+Dumbo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/catastrophe-at-disney-land.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-9040133683767377955</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 16:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T09:27:13.207-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spelling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Bonus Catastrophe!</title><description>For today's entry, we have a double whammy -- a spelling mistake and an apostrophe catastrophe. Before going to Santa Cruz, Cathy saw a listing for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chic's with Sticks&lt;/span&gt; and had to see it in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is in all its glory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/Stnv0aQRrUI/AAAAAAAAClU/Yrxj_yzpH8o/s1600-h/chicswithsticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/Stnv0aQRrUI/AAAAAAAAClU/Yrxj_yzpH8o/s400/chicswithsticks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393605712432704834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy says that, because of the misspelling, the name of the store makes her think of a scene in the desert with "circle of sheiks stitching and bitching and drinking cosmos." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Cathy!&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/6246003255618765456-9040133683767377955?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Cw1w5hP1BhsfqDQr6fAahTHadeY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Cw1w5hP1BhsfqDQr6fAahTHadeY/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/jkoLqzyKVhs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/jkoLqzyKVhs/bonus-catastrophe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/Stnv0aQRrUI/AAAAAAAAClU/Yrxj_yzpH8o/s72-c/chicswithsticks.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/bonus-catastrophe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-3797898768300940461</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 02:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T19:48:02.161-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Catastrophes</title><description>It's only mid-October, but I'm already sitting here in a fleece jacket, slippers, and a blanket, which might explain why I chose the following apostrophe catastrophe for today's posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/StfdjZ8rAiI/AAAAAAAAClM/R09iHH0fIIU/s1600-h/Day%27s+Till+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/StfdjZ8rAiI/AAAAAAAAClM/R09iHH0fIIU/s400/Day%27s+Till+Christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393022679129981474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jami, from the Apostrophe Catastrophes &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=18217727083"&gt; Facebook group&lt;/a&gt;, had the misfortune of receiving this decoration as a gift. I think I would have preferred coal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;day's&lt;/span&gt; is the only error in this decoration. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Till &lt;/span&gt;is a perfectly valid word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Jami!&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/6246003255618765456-3797898768300940461?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tIXSgSaagw9R_-00tgGqViOPN0Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tIXSgSaagw9R_-00tgGqViOPN0Q/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/H73YQzQijTA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/H73YQzQijTA/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/StfdjZ8rAiI/AAAAAAAAClM/R09iHH0fIIU/s72-c/Day%27s+Till+Christmas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-7581364285823520081</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T13:59:32.699-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Wasn't that a Song by Wings?</title><description>Charles' wife found this apostrophe catastrophe in the yellow pages when she was looking for job ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/StTp_IN4KfI/AAAAAAAAClE/NYSai9reeJQ/s1600-h/DogApostropheS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/StTp_IN4KfI/AAAAAAAAClE/NYSai9reeJQ/s400/DogApostropheS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392191924616047090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to hire her as a proofreader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Charles!&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/6246003255618765456-7581364285823520081?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hYeWFX9ES_-2JEcp3n5umhuhVFo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hYeWFX9ES_-2JEcp3n5umhuhVFo/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/~4/1btmYclt_KM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/1btmYclt_KM/wasnt-that-song-by-wings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/StTp_IN4KfI/AAAAAAAAClE/NYSai9reeJQ/s72-c/DogApostropheS.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/wasnt-that-song-by-wings.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-7949503009483275606</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-07T13:36:53.860-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Go Twins!</title><description>Today, I am a Twins fan because they are playing the Yankees. And, as luck would have it, I have an apostrophe catastrophe to fit the occasion. Justin has informed me that the Twins' future home, &lt;a href="http://minnesota.twins.mlb.com/min/ballpark/nbp_seating.jsp"&gt; Target Field&lt;/a&gt;, features a punctuation error in one of its sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/Ssz7EH-RebI/AAAAAAAACk8/gIRZwmQ3tXU/s1600-h/Twins+Stadium.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/Ssz7EH-RebI/AAAAAAAACk8/gIRZwmQ3tXU/s400/Twins+Stadium.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389958902333929906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club is paying tribute to several legends, but the apostrophe placement implies that there is only one legend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, regardless of the team's poor punctuation, I hope they crush the Yankees tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Justin!&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/6246003255618765456-7949503009483275606?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hQJ3YpmJpQCmRjbG0ZmLlZD4M20/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hQJ3YpmJpQCmRjbG0ZmLlZD4M20/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/6pqQkqpyshs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/6pqQkqpyshs/go-twins.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/Ssz7EH-RebI/AAAAAAAACk8/gIRZwmQ3tXU/s72-c/Twins+Stadium.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/go-twins.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-3704100906250619704</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T13:15:35.563-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Misplaced Fine</title><description>Apparently, the man in the photo below was fined for not producing any rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/Ssuk42GFw1I/AAAAAAAACk0/EPBAmS3ZBpM/s1600-h/Green+Council+Fines+Man+for+No+Rubbish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/Ssuk42GFw1I/AAAAAAAACk0/EPBAmS3ZBpM/s400/Green+Council+Fines+Man+for+No+Rubbish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389582675579618130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think the fine itself is rubbish! Instead, the Green Council should have fined the shop owner for having an apostrophe catastrophe in his sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Claire for sending in this article from the &lt;em&gt;Daily Mail&lt;/em&gt;.&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/6246003255618765456-3704100906250619704?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UjJA7mUNObL4zJw6PuMIRXY8um0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UjJA7mUNObL4zJw6PuMIRXY8um0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UjJA7mUNObL4zJw6PuMIRXY8um0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UjJA7mUNObL4zJw6PuMIRXY8um0/1/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/n5ZXojdsshY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/n5ZXojdsshY/misplaced-fine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/Ssuk42GFw1I/AAAAAAAACk0/EPBAmS3ZBpM/s72-c/Green+Council+Fines+Man+for+No+Rubbish.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/misplaced-fine.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-170322333696865905</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T15:19:18.223-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quotation marks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>Porn on the Streets of New Orleans</title><description>There's only one Larry Flynt, so there ought to be an apostrophe in the name of his club on Bourbon Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SspMAG9EuaI/AAAAAAAACkk/a3lIGnqtbXw/s1600-h/Larry+Flynt%27s+Barely+Legal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SspMAG9EuaI/AAAAAAAACkk/a3lIGnqtbXw/s400/Larry+Flynt%27s+Barely+Legal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389203468852705698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apostrophe catastrophes aren't &lt;em&gt;barely &lt;/em&gt;legal; they are completely wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found some amusing unnecessary quotation marks in the bathroom at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SspM22swmJI/AAAAAAAACks/zIAnbS2jJ24/s1600-h/New+Orleans+Aviation+Board.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SspM22swmJI/AAAAAAAACks/zIAnbS2jJ24/s400/New+Orleans+Aviation+Board.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389204409382115474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the board wasn't welcoming me because I was on my way out of the city at that point. I apologize for the blurry photo. I think had one too many hurricanes.&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/6246003255618765456-170322333696865905?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BV93QNzBIuvRC0G0HSUx52QYAp4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BV93QNzBIuvRC0G0HSUx52QYAp4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~4/2MIdgFlHgGQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/2MIdgFlHgGQ/porn-on-streets-of-new-orleans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SspMAG9EuaI/AAAAAAAACkk/a3lIGnqtbXw/s72-c/Larry+Flynt%27s+Barely+Legal.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/porn-on-streets-of-new-orleans.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-6425447347846515754</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T14:09:08.354-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><title>We ARE in Your Shopping Bag</title><description>Michelle, from my brand-spanking-new book club, sent in this apostrophe catastrophe from OneKingsLane.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SsUZ-T6U8MI/AAAAAAAAChU/OW4hbWiaOx0/s1600-h/We%27re+in+your+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SsUZ-T6U8MI/AAAAAAAAChU/OW4hbWiaOx0/s400/We%27re+in+your+bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387741087506165954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red text reads, "Some items &lt;em&gt;we are&lt;/em&gt; in your shopping cart..." That makes a lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Michelle!&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/6246003255618765456-6425447347846515754?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EoeJQ37Ki5NKXywkhH4WIcvr28A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EoeJQ37Ki5NKXywkhH4WIcvr28A/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/EoeJQ37Ki5NKXywkhH4WIcvr28A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EoeJQ37Ki5NKXywkhH4WIcvr28A/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/~4/5YqbcMLFRD8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ApostropheCatastrophes/~3/5YqbcMLFRD8/we-are-in-your-shopping-bag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Becky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SsUZ-T6U8MI/AAAAAAAAChU/OW4hbWiaOx0/s72-c/We%27re+in+your+bag.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.apostrophecatastrophes.com/2009/10/we-are-in-your-shopping-bag.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246003255618765456.post-984762709606704116</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T15:24:12.903-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apostrophe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">capitalization</category><title>There Are Things that I Still Have to Learn</title><description>Scott, who submitted this photo to the &lt;em&gt;Apostrophe Catastrophes&lt;/em&gt; facebook group, writes, "I saw this in a display case in a school I visited in March. I hope it is student-generated work, and not that of a teacher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SsPaChcHmSI/AAAAAAAAChM/vHz1Mbq_r1I/s1600-h/100+Day+of+School+Projects.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z8zHNSdjl8A/SsPaChcHmSI/AAAAAAAAChM/vHz1Mbq_r1I/s400/100+Day+of+School+Projects.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387389316136147234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so, too. Also, another group member pointed out that the sign should say &lt;em&gt;100th,&lt;/em&gt; and she wondered why the &lt;em&gt;p&lt;/em&gt; is capitalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the future of America....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Scott!&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/6246003255618765456-984762709606704116?l=www.apostrophecatastrophes.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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