The lexicographer's lament

I have cleansed myself of most of the linguistic prescriptivism I so zealously defended in my youth. But I am seeing a certain word everywhere, and I can't find it in my heart to love or defend its right to exist. I know it's wrong, but still.



Surely there must be someone out there who hates us as much as we hate us.


It makes sense somehow

As usual, the disclaimer: if you assume you know what this is about, maybe that says more about you than it does about the comic.


Stop, drop, and accept your fate

Mental Health
"Hello, this is emergency dispatch; what's the problem?"
 "There's a fire--"
"Sir, I can see your location has a scheduled fire drill right now. It's not real."
"They're doing a drill outside, yes, but please help, I'm consumed in fl--"
Click. "Idiot." 


The appeal of puns

I was trying to explain to myself why I like bad puns, and it was the middle of the night and I was half-conscious, and this is what I came up with.



Oh, and also: sometime yesterday, this site hit 200,000 views
which doesn't really seem like too many, really,
and is an arbitrary milestone,
and about a tenth of which are from Ukrainian spambots,
but still.


Minor monstrosities

These individuals come from the margins of what were supposed to be notes
taken at a presentation I couldn't understand
while I was hard at work not understanding

I made a word for myself. Teratographer: one who writes about or draws monsters or deformities.