With my last foray into Quasi-Shakespearean Home Maintenance Verse having done so much to raise the cultural density of this otherwise highly penetrable site, my first thought upon completing my latest household chore was of course: “There must be someone who would have done this for $8 an hour.”
My second thought was to celebrate my victory over domestic labor in bold Bard-worthy form…

Camille, the Hot Comma Momma is gone.
At this very moment her Grammatical Hotness is south of several borders having slipped all bonds of affection and quite a few of duct tape to launch upon a secret mission deep in the steamy bowels of Central America.
Yet again…

Sorry friends, no funnies today. I am finishing the roof, studying for finals, and……
preparing for graduation.
That’s right Comma fans, your Author is mere weeks away from a genuine college diploma, and with it in hand I will have more time to blog. I mean more time to spend with my family, and of course to see to long overdue household maintenance chores…
Today I am borrowing a page from Joel at Crummy Church Signs, who I trust will not get upset if I accidentally spindle, fold, or mutilate it in my excitement as I present the first, and possibly last, Crummy School Shirt post.
The article of clothing in question was given to my wife, the Hot Comma Momma, as a token of respect from certain unsavory individuals who had previously lured her away from OC headquarters and onto her Adventures in Another Country…

As of last Monday, the legendary Hot Comma Momma has returned.
A more conscientious and emotionally non-involved writer would definitely have found time to document this momentous event long before now.
Unfortunately, he is currently tied up in jury duty, which leaves the fearsome responsibility of accurately relaying this narrative in the hands of a clearly preoccupied journalistic slacker like myself…

Readers Say the Darnedest Things
by Brent on September 19, 2007
in Commentary
After a brief summer lull, the Ominous Comma is back in full swing, reinvigorated, re-imagined, and completely restocked with a full compliment of superfluous adjectives. The Comma Comment Community is also once again buzzing and clicking, much like a toaster full of tapioca pudding, randomly erupting in sparks and errant observations.
Which has led me to revisit a question that has long haunted my thoughts.
What is it that inspires a person to contribute to the furious fray of professional humor commenting?..
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