The lovely ladies of go fug yourself like to harp on people for wearing clothes that, in their opinion, look as if they've been fashioned from curtains or sheets or pieces of fabric intended originally for uses other than being draped around the human body. But they would do well to remember this bit of Lichtenberg's:
Her petticoat had stripes of broad red and blue and looked as though it had been made out of a stage-curtain. I would have paid a lot for a front seat, but there was no performance.
After all, perhaps the so-called "offenders" are actually alluding to it via their clothes!
How long have you been stuffing extra space between your sentences, Ben? Go and sin no more.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | January 29, 2006 at 08:56 AM
Since … forever.
Your typographic soul is in deep kimchi.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | January 29, 2006 at 09:01 AM
They're all named Heather, even and especially the one named Jessica.
Posted by: dave zacuto | January 29, 2006 at 09:14 AM
I'll die in the last ditch for my French spacing.
Posted by: ben wolfson | January 29, 2006 at 04:58 PM
There's nothing French about it. The spacing that TeX calls "French", and everyone else calls "standard", prescribes a single space after the period.
Space as you will, though the angels will weep for you.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | January 29, 2006 at 05:40 PM
"French spacing", which may or may not be French spacing, is two spaces after the period. Google confirms it, also here. It is true, though, that the Not So Short Introduction to LaTeX indicates that \frenchspacing disables inclusion of an extra space between sentences. A clearer case of lucus a non lucendo one couldn't ask for.
Posted by: ben wolfson | January 29, 2006 at 05:49 PM
Huh.
Posted by: Standpipe Bridgeplate | January 29, 2006 at 06:12 PM