OK, I give up. I learned to type on an old manual typewriter that was terribly obsolete at the time. And what I learned then, I've used since, even though I've been typing on computers, well, ever since Hector was a pup. For the last couple of years, I've been engaged in a running debate with my kids, who think it's just unconscionable that I put two spaces after every sentence. I don't really argue back, but I figured I'm too set in my ways to change. Well, after reading Slate today, I've decided to give it a try. Starting today, I'm converting to one space.
At least, in theory. I tried in my first post today, and I'm finding it real rough going. Thus this item: I don't know whether I have any readers who even notice such things, but even if you never noticed that I've been a two-spacer, I suspect you will notice if I'm inconsistent. I suspect I will be. I've had to go back and fix about every other sentence in this post, and I'm never going to get more aware of it than I am in this item. So I think I'm going to have somewhat uglier prose, at least for a while. I apologize in advance.
I'm really not sure that I can actually manage to change, but I'll give it a few days, maybe a week, and see how it goes. There's always the backup plan of dispensing with multiple sentences in a paragraph altogether, after all -- I did have one whopper yesterday that clocked in at a scary 84 words, and that one didn't even have a parenthetical. Anyway, feel free to complain in comments.