Okay, this exact time yesterday morning I was lying in bed reading Bitches, and read about the Amp thing, and was repelled, and went to Twitter and posted a #Pepsifail tweet. And promptly did a search to see if anyone else was already twittering thus.

They were not. It was the first such tweet.

Today? PEPSI THEMSELVES ARE USING MY HASHTAG TO APOLOGISE TO ALL THE PEOPLE USING MY HASHTAG!

Because of what memfault posted in Bitches yesterday!

WE ARE AS GODS! t /Andrew

That's some kind of world we live in.

I for one welcome our new boobtastic overlords.

Ooh, apparently I got Grandson Brownie Points last night. My grandparents were very pleased that I came down for them.

Actual quote froma call today: "history of being in a comma."

Ok, sure, it's just a type-o....but that launched me into a long tangent of what it must be like to live in a comma. Versus what it would be like to live in a period, or a semicolor, or a parenthetical phrase (that would be my life) or even an ellipse. I suspect that being in an ellipse is a fairly accurate description of severe depression. I've been there, AIWASNOTFG.

Baby, I'm living in a period right now and I can tell you it's mostly HULK SMASH followed by bursting into tears. With random chocolate.

(Sorry, sorry, had to be said.)

How it might feel to live in a Full Stop, otoh, I can barely imagine. Like being a vampire, perhaps? Dead, but not really?

Living in an exclamation point is just exhausting.

Ginger, I'm sorry all this crap is landing on your head, all at once. You're handling it better than I would, fer sure.

Conversely, some of my authors spell comma as "coma". As in, "Shouldn't these words be in a coma?"

To them I would respond, "No, but were you when you wrote this?"