Oxford commas are bunk. Superfluous more often than clarifying. The rule should be the necessity of the comma/separation rather than a useless consistency which slows the eye. In short if you don't need the comma there, then don't put the stupid comma there.

David, for a second, I think you get me, and then I realize you never could. UGH!

History will validate me on this Oxford Comma biz! It's clearly going away anyhow.

Actually, in about three years we're going to be all, "Damn, remember when we cared about commas because people actually wrote properly punctuated grammatical sentences? Those were the days. Lol."

wronger than the wrongest thing in wrong land.

I still say no to the Oxford comma. But I think that's just to be cantankerous. I seriously don't care that much about most things anymore.

Venus Williams tennis match + three dogs as ball boys = the cutest thing I have seen lately: [link]

Oh dear. Msbelle is the only real person on this page (unless otherwise). :p

If enough people clap their hands, then I am real.

regardless I am right about the comma.

On my way into work today a man wearing a lampshade on his head told me to have a nice day.

Did you take a detour to Cincinnati and walk by the UDF near CCM?

I have given the feedback "OXFORD COMMA OR BURNING. YOU CHOOSE" to project managers.

In the spirit of roll call: I will be erratic in my attendance here for the next week, because I get on a plane to Copenhagen tomorrow. I'll try to read/post, but it depends on meetings and jet lag.

I still do not have strong opinions about the Oxford comma. I like that song by that band that I get confused with the other band, though. You know the one.

Company party was pretty good. Food was delish, wine was fine and plentiful, my coworkers were amusing. I won one of the best raffle prizes, an extra floating holiday. 80% of my table one something, in fact. S won $100 in the first drawing, before I even really knew the raffle was happening. Then there were a bunch of prizes that went to other people and when the announcer described the cookware set that was up next B started saying how she does not need another cookware set (she's been there for 8 years and has a store room full of kitchen stuff in addition to what's in her kitchen) and doesn't even hear her name being called, so T and I realize that that is the key, contempt for the prize. Pretty soon a gift certificate to the Cheesecake Factory comes up and T starts rambling about how she hates that place she'd never eat there, and her name is called. So when the next prize is a float day I mention that I don't need another one, I have 5 or 6 saved up, and I win that. Too funny.