Wednesday is National Punctuation Day, which no doubt will inspire some hand-wringing about a crumbling civilization. Given the qrky spelng fueled by texting and instant messaging, it's tempting to declare that punctuation is dead.
Hah!
Or, better, hah!!!!!!!"
Far from burying our punctuation marks, we're guilty of loving them too much. As in:
Pumpkin's For Sale ... The team celebrated it's victory. ... We'll go to Paris; if I get a raise.
We make plurals into possessives, and possessives into contractions.
A semicolon has become a comma with drama.
Exclamation points have undergone fertility treatments, often appearing in multiples, as if a mere LOL can't truly convey the heights of hilarity.