This post is brought to you by Somebody Was Grammatically Wrong On The Internet. I’m gonna try to keep this short <– this is my caveat emptor concerning the fact that I am not going to cover all the bases in this little essay. Essaylet. Whatevs. Anyway, I’m warning you, Gentle Constant Reader, not to …
The title pretty much says it all, but I’ll give you a hint: There were snails.
I grew up in the German city of Darmstadt, which literally translates to “Bowel City,” which I choose to render as “Bowel Town” because it sounds funnier. My first home in Darmstadt was an apartment building at Roßdörferstraße 55, which loosely translates to “Horse-Village Street” — I swear I am not making this up…
Smee: I’ve just had an apostrophe. Hook: I think you mean an epiphany. Smee: Lightning has just struck my brain. Sometimes, my darlingest readers, lightning-esque is exactly how apostrophes happen. They’re pretty cramazing when they happen, but I must admit they do leave one somewhat stupefied with shock. In Pt. 1 of my Confessions, I …