An unrelated matter
In an unrelated matter, this is to point out that Lileks is a funny guy:
… then I remembered he’s more of a control freak (and there’s another term I can’t stand, mostly because of the “freak” part. I’d prefer situation administrator or perhaps orderliness enthusiast. “Freak” has sixties / seventies vibe. [As does “vibe,” for that matter. Half the slang used by aging boomers was tired when it was used by some guy in a white jump suit and aviator-framed sunglasses, nodding his head to the Love Unlimited Orchestra as he made his way across the fern bar with a White Russian in one hand, fingering the coke spoon around his next with the other. I do not belong to that era. I do not belong to any era, except perhaps the era when all your friends’ dads looked like Bill Cullen.] It was a term of approval: let your freak flag fly! Shock the man! Make Anita Bryant wet herself in fear and disgust! Why don’t we do it in the road? Oh, I don’t know – maybe because it’s a truck route, and the idea of making some working guy jack-knife his rig because he spots some Abbie-Hoffman type in a “Makin’ Bacon” T-shirt bent over his old lady, looking up at the last minute to flip the driver the bird? Is that a good enough reason? No? Fine.) than I am.
That’s my kind of run-on sentence.