What, you want to write for the New Yorker now? Your diacritics are déclassé; drop the façade.
Make doglegs burn.
Soak mumbled egg.
Desk gem lumbago.
Kale bugged moms.
Smoked gum bagel.
Dusk emblem: agog.
Eek, bad glum smog.
Dieresis opens minds. Dieresis expands consciousness.
I thought Ben w-lfs-n knew everything. Why is he still reading?
This post is just bait. w-lfs-n knows very well he can't utter the words "green" and apple" without compelling my response: "best","bookstore" and "ever."
Hey, cool. I hope you like the rest of it. Maybe we can have, like, a discussion.
I am saddened to see that probably the only person capable of recognizing the bait did not rise to it.
snarkout: the diaeresis is a long-running thing. Check the archives and those of my own blog.
did not rise to it
It happens to lots of dudes. Give him time. And feed him pineapple in the interim.
I'm not sure exactly where one's interim is, but that sounds distinctly uncomfortable.
LB: up late and filling in (ahem) for apo.
I'm pretty sure that "interim" is just one of the many euphemisms for the perineum that have come on the scene in recent years.
I prefer the other euphemism, "P-spot." Sounds more street.
"P-spot" has been tainted by bad associations for me.