Numbers mostly trip people up. Eventually, the glogs of numerical spit get swallowed and lay in wait somewhere between the esophagus and the gullet (do we have a gullet?).
I imagine Professor T_ng going home at the end of the conference and violently vomiting up about a gallon of glibbery numerical alphabet soup.
Double props to Manhaz for the wicked new word.

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I adore this image, by the way.
-cK
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