Reading my last entry that is. Jeez, if it was any longer I would have had to give it own year-end review.
I know from time to time I give writers like Faulkner, Proust and Hugo, crap about flapping the ink gums. I am pretty certain that when (and a big if) I get to the pearly gates or a bus stop in Boise. I will be met by those gentlemen who will then beat the ever living crud out of me. I can see them now kicking me and yelling, “oh you want a comma, here’s a comma, a comma to your groin sir!”