Sometimes — okay, all of the time — it feels like we’re all stuck with a busted car at this awful gas station somewhere off the highway that’s being “run” by a supremely lazy 15-year-old put in “charge” by his parents who got tired of him, and the place is actually controlled by his perenially high older cousins who are just using the store to order stuff through the store account that they can sell off to all their friends in order to pay for what they think will be vacations in the Bahamas. And that’s why this is the only place where you can find a Sony PlayStation 5 Pro for just $100 right next to a package of Doritos that’s been priced at $10 because someone couldn’t figure out how to use the pricing gun, and the toilets are broken and there is a thin, sticky brown film on the entire floor.
Image: Edward Hopper, “Gas,” 1940.
Don’t plagiarise any of this, in any way. I have used legal resources to punish and prevent plagiarism, and I am ruthless and persistent. I make a point of citing people and publications all the time: it’s not that hard to mention me in your work, and to refuse to do so and simply assimilate my work is plagiarism. You don’t have to agree with me to cite me properly; be an ethical grownup, and don’t make excuses for your plagiarism. Read and memorise “On Plagiarism.” There’s more forthcoming, as I point out in “The Plagiarism Papers.” If you’d like to support me, please donate and/or subscribe, or get me something from my wish list. Thank you.
