Serial Killers

The serial comma (otherwise known as the "Oxford comma") doesn't get nearly the love it deserves. As with most punctuation marks, its duty goes mostly unnoticed, its songs of praise mostly unsung. But although my favorite punctuation mark is by far the semicolon -- oh, the semicolon...so whimsical, so divine! -- I feel that it's important to give credit where credit is due, and to the commas, especially the oft-abandoned and long-insulted serial commas, I humbly tip my cap. To you, sirs. To you.

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So. I'm finally getting a haircut tomorrow. I can't remember the last time I had it cut, but I know my bangs ended up shorter than usual, and I wanted to give them time to grow out. And boy howdy, did they grow out. I can't seem to get my stupid webcam to work and I don't have a digital camera, so I've included some helpful illustrations to guide you.

Here's how my hair should look:

Aww, check out how happy I am. My short hair fills me with glee!

Now, here's what my hair is currently doing:

OH GOD NO! KILL IT KILL IT! IT BURRRRRNS!

This haircut will be a very good thing. The longer my hair gets, the younger and more boyish I appear -- as I write this, I'm really rocking the "gender-confused 15-year-old" look. Which...no.