Dear Chicago Manual of Style

Damn, you look fine. Where’ve you been all my life? Or, more accurately, where’ve you been the last four years of my life, during which I never once worried about properly citing an essay penned by three authors quoting a stage play by an unknown playwright? I mean, the Virgo-perfectionist in me really loves style […]

Dear Yahoo:

My job is not stress-free! I am pretty much a constant bundle of stress. And while I realize your article is more of an advertorial than anything, I still have to disagree.

Dear Shawn:

Point taken. I have hated the blog thing for so long, despite having spent a good deal of my formative years keeping online journals. But if I buckled to Facebook for the pursuit of fame and fortune, I can buckle to the weblog world. That is, if I can actually do it consistently.