ARGH!

Someone has a post up on the work shop titled "Ye Olde Magick Shoppe."

*deep breath*

Would it be worth it, do you think, to explain that ye in Old English only means you? The abomination that is 'ye' for 'the' was caused by scribes who abbreviated the thorn in 'the' by only drawing the bottom half. The bottom half of a thorn looks like a y. And lo, much confusion was born unto the world.

There is a Ye Olde Storage Place in Denton. I keep meaning to write out an explanatory treatise and nail it to their door.

Reading recommendations?

Can anyone recommend any good thrillers? Ones that thrill, preferably? Pacing is my big thing to kick right now, and I'd like to see how other people produce page-turniness.

They don't have to be "thrillers", I suppose, as long as they do in fact thrill.

Any suggestions?

How much asshattery can fit in one LJ post?

Clear Channel and white supremacists, together? That's a lot.

See matociquala's post for more.