Die Grammatikpolizei

Last night I did finish Jonathan Strange. It was 10 o'clock, and I felt I needed something to shake off the fairy dust. So I picked up my library copy of Strunk & White (incidentally, that link is to the full text on Bartleby.com--didn't even know Strunk was online) and read the first 25 pages. I had only ever flipped through this, never really read it. I am in love with William Strunk, Jr.
Through most of the first 25 pages, I can smugly pat myself on the back and think, "Yeah. I know that. Totally with you, Bill." But occasionally there is that terrifying moment when I come upon a rule that I forget to follow or that I remember having broken before.

If I'm going to drum up a writing sample for my application to grad school (still haven't pulled out my old floppy disks to search for an undergrad paper), I will need to beat my old self into shape.

Oh, who is this idiot? At the bottom of the page is "Anderson's addenda." I assume this is just a professor giving his students allowances, but really. Indefinite singular pronouns? Fuck that noise. Annoys me almost as much as when people say "between you and I."