Dear [Redacted],
Why in the name of blue thundering Jesus Smurf do you keep moving my commas? Is there any reason? Can you not perceive that those sentences have a rhythm, a rhythm that you, with your tin ear and newspaperman’s sensibility, are fucking up in detail? I swear, if you move one more comma without just cause, I will cut it out, photocopy it to a million times its size, fly to British Columbia, and shove it up your ass, paper cuts be damned. Kindly stop moving my commas around. I put them there for a reason.
There's also some A-Team dialogue I'm not expecting to see in the movie:
Mr. T: I pity da foo who moves my comma!
Ed: “I pity the fool.”
Mr. T: Foo! Don’t you be messin’ with my aesthetic!
[Sound of breaking limbs.]
Ed: I need anaesthetic.
Mr. T: Foo! You got no aesthetic.
I've been warned.
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1 comment:
Fabulous.
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