Thoughts at Twelve Thirty Nine

I’ve been something of an insomniac my whole life. Bear in mind, of course, that I have no medical training, so me declaring myself an insomniac is rather similar to a person who has no idea what a carburetor does (don’t worry, I do) talking about internal combustion engine hiccups. Whatever the technical name for…

A Gaga Parody

For the uninformed, a comma splice occurs when a writer plugs a comma between two independent clauses. Comma splices make my brain ache and cause unbridled frustration deep in my soul. They are as evil as “chocolate flavouring” and movies altered for the family channels. Instead of splicing, the writer could use a period. A…