Lost in translation

I googled "Crazy Blog Lady" this morning. I was pretty stoked when something that looked familiar showed up on the second page of results. I clicked, and here is what I found:
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Crazy Blog Lady: Long odds and aspirations

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None of that makes a whit of metamorphosis to me, because I had an epiphany after I clicked the send button. I am an aspiring Grub Streeter. surprisingly It’s as if I build my principled life’s-work. I’m not steadfast what the metamorphosis is between aspiring writer and writer, but I guess compensation is snarled. I should validate an audience other than my friends and genealogy. surprisingly I have recourse to for granted if I am current to aspire, surprisingly I should suffer to essay book and/or compensation. surprisingly I weigh pay out of the clowning of being an aspiring Grub Streeter is almost identical to the being a starving artist- surprisingly It’s clowning, it’s funky, it’s exhilarating- without any of the bother of being an undistorted Grub Streeter like deadlines, critics, and editors.

I am charmed to aspire. surprisingly I may be an aspiring Grub Streeter befitting the drop of my sentiment, and that is fee with me. surprisingly For contemporary, at least.

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Funny, huh? As if my post had been translated into french and then back into English, I assume.

I googled Grub Street, and found this at Encyclopedia Brittanica:

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Grub Street

literary hacks

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the world of literary hacks, or mediocre, needy writers who write for hire. The term originated in the 18th century and was frequently used by writers.

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funny!