In Which We Learn the True Meaning of Irony (It Doesn't Exist)

Today I would like to discuss what I consider a shocking juxtaposition: technology and grammar (read: I can't work a computer and I try very hard to work the English language). After struggling with WiFi for 13 hours (wireless fidelity? faith! hah! another language game), I finally was able to connect to a network I believe to be owned and operated by a local food bank, though I had purchased food in an establishment which advertised its free WiFi (please make a note of the mirroring of the food/WiFi issue -- eat or blog?). Stealing from a charity, that got me feeling low. Later, I returned to my Corporate Network, which was working efficiently for once, and attempted to draft an email. Therein, I began to tweak and fiddle with the language I used and its minutest details. Would sentences end with prepositions? No! Would collective nouns be singular? Of course! Would the meaning grow muddled and murky in the process? You bet! In closing, precision of language confuses things and technology does not work. I think you can draw your own parallels.