At Least They're Committed

As a little girl living in Ann Arbor it pissed me off to no end that during the summer, when it was light outside well past 9 p.m., I was still sent to bed at 8. The ceiling in my room at 3369 Beaumont was sloped, so the open window was low, with its sill at the level… Read more

Before I actually listened to Grammar Girl’s podcast “Commas are like people on the subway,” I thought, “yeah, the fewer the better.” Then I thought, “unless there’s only you and someone else and he or she is a mass murderer.” (Serial commas, serial murderers . . . ) But when I listened to the podcast, she meant… Read more

“Hey!” “Hey! How’s it going? Nice of you to stop by.” “So quiet around here, figured I’d come down.” “Aw, thanks for thinking of me.” “Well, it’s you who’ve been thinking of me . . . a lot . . . you’ve been rather chatty.” Sigh. “Yes. Between my poor Dez pulling scalding mac and… Read more

It’s a lovely, drizzly day complete with thunder and lightning and yet I seemed a tad melancholy, I know. So did you. I guess I am. It’s not what you’re probably thinking, though. Heh. Not at all. I worry about you and about what I don’t know and can’t see. I fear the future, I fear… Read more

“And lo on the eve (not evening, eve) of Mayday, the wind blew and the sky parted and a light came down from the heavens and as she looked up he showed himself to her.” Wait, that doesn’t sound right. “He revealed himself to her.” Still not right. “He exposed himself to her.” Worse! “He showed that he was… Read more

“So you’re not the least bit put out by what happened at Jonesey’s, eh?” “I’m shocked! There was way too much mayo on the truffle fries.” “Not that,” he says. “You didn’t even have any of the truffle fries.” “Well, that’s what I heard. Oh, the unisex, two-stall bathroom? Eh, I have no problem with that.” “Not… Read more