In my own TR I pointed out a while back that the Disneyland website featured a major error in the text about the ice rink in Downtown Disney. They were calling Tinker Bell by a different name - "Tinkle Bell."
Oh gracious, I didn't see that in your TR! That's just awful.
New story: Tinkle Bell and the StromTroppers
I'm so glad some other people think it's ridiculous. It is not bread made with artesian water, I'm almost certain of it. Then again, it's not really "artisan" bread, either. Can ANYTHING be called artisan if they make thousands of them a day? I mean, really.
So hey, maybe they are "artesian". But I really don't think so.
Shortly before Washington Mutual collapsed, one of the Tacoma branches put in a new drive-thru sign that said something like "for customer's only". I mean, a big huge sign with "customer's only". I took a picture of it, but that was a few cellphones ago and before I had internet access with my phone, so I could never do anything with it. And it was just too painful to me to go in and ask them "customer's only WHAT?", mainly because it's about a 99% chance that NO ONE would understand what the problem was...
completely and totally off topic but it's been on my mind and it's too frivolous to talk about anywhere else
Thinking more about editing, I've been reading a long string of free books on Kindle, and there are so many reasons that most of them are free. I'm a mystery-genre lover, and it seems that everyone is writing those now. If you aren't truly inspired, though, it's so formulaic. And now all sorts of romance writers are getting into it, and it's going to make me ill.
A couple phrases I never want to read again:
"she slicked on lipstick" (it just sounds disgusting...something about the word "slick")
"her lips curved upwards into a smile" (just say she smiled. actually, why are you telling me this? is it TRULY necessary to the progression of the story?)
Just about any overly graphic "bedroom" scene...I'm not reading Anne Rice, I'm reading a mystery NOT a romance, just STOP IT. Ick. They look steamily at each other, they close the bedroom door, end of scene. PLEASE.
And I just read a short mystery where the whole reason the adorable, perfect protagonist, who can eat all of the baked goods her bakery makes without ever gaining an ounce (and for some reason the author describes every movement she makes while eating said baked goods*), gets involved in solving the murder is because she won't get paid until the fiance of the victim knows that the murder has been solved. Uh, what? Ever heard of a contract for your wedding baked good services? The dude's a millionaire, surely you had him sign a contract? And while we're on the subject, when we had OUR wedding, the ONLY vendors that we didn't have to pay 100% in advance were the musicians and the site. Everyone else had a set-in-stone date to pay 100%, and that date was NOT the day before the wedding. The other reason was that she had bought expensive bakery equipment and the pay-in-full date was approaching, and she needed the wedding money. OK, so you are not unfamiliar with the concept of a contract...you just didn't think to make one up for the millionaire's wedding. Ohhhhkaaaay.
I'm about ready to start paying for books again...I'm sick of it.
*that actually reminds me of something else I'm tired of in these books. Describing everything about what everyone is doing, in between the conversation. I actually do not need to know EVERY move the characters make. Especially if it's food-related, unless it actually relates to the story. I think that this started with Diane Mott Davidson and her catering series. Cooking and eating and related movements are actually important in her stories, because she's, you know, a caterer. But most other stories don't have that component.
Also, in the catering books, she is always careful to not contaminate the food she is eating. If she's drinking something, it's something she made for herself. She isn't constantly eating things she's making for others.
Whereas in the book I mentioned above, she is eating cupcakes *while frosting them before putting them into the case for sale to other people*. No no NO. Stop eating while working. Nasty. Just stop. Pretend like you are in public, and stop it. When I had food jobs, I couldn't just *eat*. If I wanted something I had to take a break, get the food, and take it back behind the scenes. And then wash my hands. I couldn't just take a scoop of the fettucine, or salad, or whatever, and eat it right there.
OK obviously these amateur books are messing with my head. And it's only gotten worse since I read Anna Karenina over the last 2 weeks. Now that I've read that, I can't go back to the freebies, LOL.