A few weeks ago I sent an e-mail to Rob Rummel-Hudson, who writes a delightful on-line journal called Kalamazoo Days, and mentioned that I'd noticed a spelling error on one of his graphics. He thanked me, corrected the typo, mentioned my rectifying eye kindly in his journal, and life went on.
Last week, I sent an e-mail to Vivienne Landers who writes the on-line journal First Person Particular, and mentioned a small inaccuracy on one of her pages. She thanked me there in today's entry very courteously, offered a link to this journal, and again life on the planet appears to have continued apace.
I, of course, feel like a dweeb. You know the fellow who stands up at a city council meeting to ask incisive questions about global warming when the agenda topic is pooper scoopers? You know, the guy in the yellow rain slicker and thongs. The one who brings a clipboard and wears the foil hat. Well that's how I feel about now. Just ol' Remedial Steve, bouncing around from journal to journal, looking for a pat on the head from the real writers.
I have the feeling that any minute now someone's going to come up to me all smiley and winky, whisper that there are donuts in the lobby, and gently move me in that direction.
I didn't start out this way. Honest. I've always wanted to just go about my business unobtrusively, enjoying the wonders of normal life from here on the observation deck of my windmill, holding my sceptre and wearing my cape.
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In other news, I'm off to the ritzy side of town to see if I can find some Jolt Cola. The stores near me don't carry it, at least not the ones I go to, so I'm mounting an expedition to Gelson's to do a little libation reconnaissance. In fact, I may pick up more than Jolt. I think I'll do some investigative drinking. Let the word go forth, from this time and place, that I am in search of Better Living Through Beverages. Over the holidays I had a can of something called Red Bull, purportedly a life-improving drink, and it was a tasty little number. I felt smart for a solid twenty minutes after that. There's an upswing in the influx of drinks aimed at the brain, and there hasn't been a target needier than mine, judging from my recent urges to drop factual smart bombs on other people's journals.
If you've had any luck with these trendy potions, let me know. I'm aware that some or even most of these drinks may just be folks cashing in on the placebo effect, but hey, I can dream, can't I?
So it's on with the hat and thongs, and out the door I go. If my next entry is full of big words, you'll know what happened.
"Gimme That Wine" -- Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross -- SONGS THAT MADE THE PHONE LIGHT UP
"We lived for days on nothing but food and water."
- W.C. Fields