The first documented case of Bonnet’s syndrome involved a 90 year old man with poor eyesight. As the days darkened, he began to see visions: thirty foot carriages, imaginary visitors, women with boxes on their heads, and dancing butterflies.
Now, I’ve been called a Grammar Nazi many times over, but I do believe there is a clear difference between a person truly deserving of that unfortunate title and others, like myself, who believe that some rules should just be common knowledge for native speakers of the English language.
Alas, in recent weeks I’ve found it increasingly difficult to focus on a text for more than a few minutes without promptly getting distracted. And so I’ve come to the conclusion that the only appropriate diagnosis for this malady is to classify it as a dreadful case of Reader’s Block.
Our interns should be expecting some muffins soon, courtesy of Little Debbie’s Intern Hero. The image >>
I was at my desk last week when I heard a Senior Editor mutter, “And the clouds roll in from New Jersey.” Since there are no windows by my cubicle, I began to imagine the scene outside.