Recent reports indicate that claiming something is dead is now quite dead. The phrase died of exhaustion, having been overworked by the armies of second-rate intellectual hacks seeking to make names for themselves with the lazy hyperbole and vacuous dramatics of issuing counterfeit death certificates, and the swarms of bubbledheaded zombies always too eager to parrot such trite melodramatic self-promotional blathering.

A certain Mr. Mark Twain had long ago warned that reports of death are often exaggerated–a claim confirmed by Mr. Paul McCartney. This warning has been lavishly ignored in technological and academic circles, and the once vibrant attention-grabbing phrase has finally given up its ghost. Rest in peace.

(I suppose this post makes me a second-rate intellectual hack too. oh well.)