It is a
Herculean Heraclean effort not to correct grammar…
…or at least not do it too much. I’m a stickler for some words & phrases. ‘Regardless’ (not irregardless), ‘cut the muster’ (not mustard) & ‘couldn’t care less’ (not could) come to mind. An acquaintance called me elitist for my now-antiquated insistence on ‘an historic.’ Le sigh.
I have a new one, which is in scant common usage. Sure, it has faded into obscurity…
…but that didn’t stop me from recently correcting someone before I could stop myself. (Sometimes when I try, I fail.)
I like ‘octopodes.’ B/c it’s right, dammit! And ‘octopi’ is really, really wrong.
So, if you can suffer an Anglophone to say ‘octopi’ when they really mean ‘octopuses’ (or better yet ‘octopodes’), you can suffer this cartoonist a few tentacle suckers that aren’t perfectly circular. Also, I’m glad I don’t remember my dreams any more; they’d certainly be filled with snapping cephalopod beaks & blood.
Did I mention I was working on a horror story? (It was accepted! YAY!)