I’m a reader. I love books. I love the heft and feel and smell of books. I like the way they look on shelves and piled on tables. Books are great. But I don’t primarily love books because of their feel and appearance. I love what’s inside them — you know, words and ideas and stories.
I find the print book vs. eBook debate amusing, but I wonder at the vehemence of it all.
I’m pretty sure the same guy who came up with the spelling of Wednesday was responsible for February too. Doesn’t the whole idea of a silent letter seem oxymoronic? Or maybe just plain moronic.
Then there are those words that seem to need letters that just aren’t there. Segue needs a w. And an ay. Cough needs an f. Colonel definitely needs an r.
I admit it. I’m a sucker for puns. And, yes, that makes me a pun-sucker. I enjoy the way puns cause me pain and make me laugh at the same time. Enjoy these groaners.