Intersections, or: Of Thanks & Hope

I noticed just how pessimistic, cynical, and arrogant I'm being about the abysmal use of English in my current environs, and that's not how I want to respond to what could otherwise be simply amusing errors that make me smile (taking what "I've seen on Mulberry Street" and enjoying it).
...Oddly, I don't have any English anomalies to report today.

Sherman's "French" quarter

Today's unbearable error is brought to you by the letter B.
B, as in Bastogne, Brussels, or Beleriand; B as in baby, berry, or bog; B as in bubbly, boisterous, or buoyant.

B.

Showing how with Threat and Pen, more is Effected than by Sword

Well, I'm finally hunkering down to the task of starting a blog. There won't be much in this entry; my need to express bemused frustration with the anguished state of English has hit its limit, and I have hit upon blogging as a means to record the many errors, mistakes, and generally humourous misuses of English that keep me sane in my year of community service.