Anyway, this post is dedicated to the dilema between my wife and me. Namely, words. I'm of the linguistic persuasion that if it's understandable, and more than one person uses it, it's a word. Kristen, my super-hot, pregnant wife leans toward the Port Royalist sense of proper English and traditional grammar. The point is, well, there isn't really a point, but I can give you an example:
I say: I'm not sure about this whole blog thing. It scares me, but my comfortability with it rises everytime I log in.
She says: Your comfort rises.
I say: Your comfort rises.
Then she gets pretty confused. It's really fun. You should try it sometime.
* You may remember that Hamlet's response to Polonius' question about what he's reading in act II scene ii is "Words, words, words." Then again, you may not.
