When I started this blog, I was a mere stripling. I am not sure what "stripling" mean, but I read that phrase somewhere. I was actually in my late thirties when I started this blog, & I imagine that doesn't really fit with the definition of "stripling." But what can I do? I was home-schooled.
Actually, I was public-educationed, but I was public-educationed in the 70s & 80s, when it was so much better than today, so much so that being a dick about it is kinda mean. Like, Newt Gingrich mean. What I'm trying to say is, it's no excuse. I shouldn't use phrases incorrectly. I'm not a nineteen-year-old girl who has just discovered there's something called "the dictionary."
Or am I?
I spend too much time making excuses, & although I am famously lazy, I was mostly out of town today (in Louisville, if you must know) (also in the rain) (although it hit 70 degrees Fahrenheit today) (it's not at all wintry here) & when I got home I entertained some friends with vegan burgers & fries & episode of "The Wire." I barely had time to work on my radio show (which is about the year 1977); I couldn't have gotten around to editing my previous radio show.
Oh, there is guilt felt aplenty. Never doubt that. The guilt of thirty-six years ago is as fresh as smelling salts under my nostrils. It's not related to this blog which, it must be noted, was not even something I could have imagined thirty-six years ago (I hadn't even begun to think about light sabers yet things called "blogs"). But guilt feels like guilt & if anyone knows a great psychologist who works relatively cheap in the Lexington area, I'd love to talk to him/her/it. Seriously.
In the meantime - comic book movies. You know what I mean?
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