Today the Ominous Comma is one month old. And like all newborns, it has primarily divided its time between drooling, puking, and filling diapers with surprising colors and textures of creativity. The future is wide open, much like a stuck throttle, flooding the delicate chambers of imagination with the potent fuel of pompous institutional ridiculousity.
Or so it seems to me.
Wishing everyone a happy OC1M all day
P.S. Today is also Official Reader Input Day, where each of you are required by international treaty to submit any comments, ideas, or lavish praise you may have accumulated in previous month.