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TiNeedsHouseboy -> RE: SPELLING (11/28/2005 5:45:31 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Oumae
Each to their own but just think, you might miss out on someone special.
Special for what???? As my life partner???? I don't think so!!!!!
Apparently, you blew through my post without processing the gist. Beyond that, you did not cross-refer to my profile.
You're talking about someone for cyber chats. What does that have to do with the tea in China, let alone someone who solicits advice on these boards?.... or someone who complains about others' conduct, while fabricating a double message?
In any case, my friends come in every make and model (only similarity is that they're all in the superior range of intelligence), but that's a whole other kettle of fish from someone who can steal my heart. I have no need for a casual player; they're like insidious, narcissistic, sycophants. I have no need for someone who's guaranteed to end up a bad fit after a transient period. It's not as if serving me is limited to swabbing the bathroom floor, giving me a manicure, and peeling a couple of potatoes.
A prospective sub must be able to enamor my brain to captivate my heart. That's a hard limit -- not to mention his primary responsibility to me.
We've already discussed enough of the Brazilian Portuguese translation project. Let's consider another example: A couple of months ago, I got a call from someone who wanted me to proof a 300+ page manuscript that had to go to the printer in a few days. Allegedly, multiple people had already proofed it and I would simply be the final set of eyes to chase after errant commas and such.
After reading just a couple of pages, it was evident that the manuscript was a major disaster. As I continued, I discovered the formatting was a mess, there were typos everywhere, the grammar was frightening, some sentences were incomprehensible (remember when your English teacher would hand out a "K" [proofreader lingo] for awkward text? I inserted countless Ks in the margins), some pages had accidentally gotten axed, some text was repetitious, and on and on the problems went. It screamed for a major editorial overhaul, but the author insisted that it had to get to the publisher without a rewrite. I worked on it to the exclusion of all else in my life, getting only two to three hours of sleep each night.
Due to time constraints, I handed Herb the back end of the book and charged him with its corrections. (He does not serve me, BTW. He's simply got an excellent command of spelling and grammar.) Otherwise, it would have been impossible to plow through all the pages. To this day, I have not seen the pages Herb proofed; they were 100% Herb's responsibility. How could I possibly expect a dyslexic person to pull off such a feat?
You now have but two samples of my life, both of which would likely drive a dyslexic person into panic attacks. My entire life is like that.
Either a person has the prerequisite skills to blend with my life, or he doesn't. Rest assured that any time someone has attempted to join my group of friends, without having cognitive skills that mix well, he's felt perceptibly uncomfortable. Why? Because even simple conversations go over his head -- like the story about the roof.
Independent of my libidinal needs, I expect anyone who interacts with me to use his talents to the max.
~ Ti ~
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