(If you don’t get this, count yourself lucky.)
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Heh. I getz it.
I spent an embarrassing amount of time one rainy day this week trying to come to terms with the syntax and spelling of the Lolcats. Faux spelling errors, grammar errors no one would really make, purposely unattractive text….who are these people? Dey has cats?
I don’t know. I was going to write a lengthy post full of mock outrage at the Uncle Tomcats participating in the feline equivalent of minstrel shows, demeaning their noble feline brethren, but I couldn’t find the time. The enormous popularity of lolcats does kind of bother me, though, and I’m neither a linguistic prescriptivist nor an anti-pet zealot.