I am at the moment trapped on the cc line in an exchange between a typesetter and a copyeditor, both of whom seem to be working from the same manual of email composition — one written by Thomas Pynchon and edited by a crumbling stone obelisk. This would not be a problem were it not that I am mentioned by name in these great shambolic missives, and have now been called upon to settle some arguments. Consequently I have to read the goddamn emails. And so have spent the last 15 minutes yelling “Prolix, prolix, nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix.”
ALSO: what in holy fuck is Warren Ellis doing in this clip? Whatever it is, he should never stop doing it.
