There is no Combat! blog to speak of today, because I am sick. Possible vectors include the toddler who stuck his finger in the spigot of the water cooler at brunch yesterday, or the lady buying cold medicine who sneezed on the PIN pad at the grocery store. Other people: they exist only to create lines and get you sick. While I imagine a hot X-Acto blade in the seam of my throat, how about you read this review of a usage dictionary by David Foster Wallace? It’s the first work of his I ever read, and it might still be the best. For a man whose prose muddles the line between mandarin and colloquial, it amounts to a statement of purpose. We’ll be back tomorrow with real opinions, or maybe a close reading of a car commercial.