Six weeks ago I highlighted the toxic stylings of Age hack Chris Johnston, suggesting that he might not want to quit his day job in order to pursue a career as a novelist. A quick reminder of his try-hard atmospheric writing for those who missed it (those prone to nausea should skip the next blockquote):

IT IS that time of year again. The tennis circus is here. It is all about Kooyong and then the Australian Open. More than half a million spectators will pack these compact, intimate arenas from today. The sun will beat down. The little bouncy balls will rocket around. And the players — the greatest players — will leap across the hard green of the court with their straining racquets to reach them. As the roar goes up. Then the hush. The tennis hush.

This afternoon, after executing a vanity Google search, Chris left a comment at the original post:

thanks you so much for your erudite, analytical, reasoned feedback. it’s obvious you are a media expert and also deeply familiar with the workings of The Age. again - thanks.

Just to clarify, I think that Chris has made a ham-fisted attempt at sarcasm there. You see, when he says thankyou even though he’s deeply offended it’s obviously sarcastic. However, I have no idea why his references to my supposed media expertise and familiarity with the inner workings of The Age have anything to do with anything. As long as he feels cleansed and vindicated by writing it.

Revealing of a deeper problem is Chris’ inability to use capital letters at the start of sentences. This is a man who uses words like erudite and analytical when trying to show off, so such a simple thing (press the freakin’ SHIFT key) shouldn’t be beyond him. I mean, he’s obviously a blog expert and is deeply familiar with the workings of GrodsCorp so he should know that we don’t employ sub-editors to correct his stream-of-consciousness sub-cadet quality typing.