Someone organized the periodic table alphabetically, and I'm having a chemical breakdown. This is what happens when English majors take chemistry. Next thing you know, they'll be sorting elements by how pretty the names sound or whether they'd make good baby names. "Xenon Smith, please come to the principal's office!" The beauty of chemistry is its organized chaos based on properties, not spelling. This is the periodic equivalent of organizing your bookshelf by color instead of author—scientifically meaningless but aesthetically rebellious.