When did it come to this?
If I'm not working -- or not writing ---- I feel guilty. Guilty.
For god's sake, give myself a break, he said.
Maybe it's inevitable that old white guys become cranks. It's experience after all.
But do we have to become conservative cranks? I hope not. Not so far.
Woodward is the latest example of someone who you can see has been so swallowed by his ego that when he is challenged, he goes running to the safety of the conservative media, who will treat him like a star. Hannity? Really?
My Facebook is interesting -- most of my old high school classmates seem to be on the conservative side, most of my young comic store followers on the liberal side. Guess who's going to have more clout in the future?
Got a cold, and so I've not gotten anything done for a couple days. Tried working yesterday and I was twirling and not hearing and standing stumped and nothing penetrated and two plus two was -------------------four. (Got the right answer, just took forever to get there.)
So I went home.
I tell you, I'm a walking cliche.
Stayed away from the internet for years -- don't need it, don't have time for it.
Once I was introduced to blogging, well you guessed it, I've written every day for 6 and a half years or so.
Facebook. Don't need and don't have time for it.
Once I was introduced to Facebook, guess who's checking it every ten minutes?
Social media is perfect for me, the loner who likes to have contact with just a smidgeon of commitment.
I often tell people at the store "I don't do video games -- online games." But it isn't because I don't think I'll like it. I suspect, actually, I'd like it a lot. Best not to try that cocaine for the first time...
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