Picture any corporate office located 1 hour outside a major city — more than ample parking, bland sandwiches, ID lariats. Inside, a conference room with no windows. A team of nine seated around a laminate-topped table, one person at the white board wielding a fume-offensive marker. These are the hallmarks of a brainstorming session.
And in this session, if lightning should strike, leading our moderator to adopt an oh-so-clever and completely annoying acronym, they are, in fact, a hackronist. And they have, in fact, just birthed a hackronym.
This same scenario applies to the creation of a bad pun. That wizard shall henceforth be known as a punce.
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