Wow. They say there’s nothing that corrupts like power. How true! And nothing that makes you feel that you have power like having comments on one of your deathless posts. Well, to be accurate that should be comment (singular). So… I wrote my last incredibly witty and wise and (fill in with the appropriate laudatory adjective of your choice) post and–gasp!–somebody read it and commented!!! Now I feel I can move mountains, or at least the molehills from which they are made. Dang! The comments are there–FOR MY APPROVAL!! Or NOT!! I get to decide whose words are worthy of being preserved on this, my blog. With a keystroke I can welcome the commentator or banish him or her to outer cyberspace. Hah!
And so I am flexing my digit, preparing to make that decision–accept or reject? Off with his head or jam tomorrow? To the Gulag or the banquet table? Am I drunk or stoned? Neither. Just been smelling paint fumes all day.
OK, Paul. I have approved your comment. As they say in Yorkshire, Tha is most welcome here. And it’s wonderful to hear from you after such a long time and great to know you’re writing! And to anyone else reading this, Paul Strain is one of the smartest people I know! (And he has the excellent good taste to like my blog.)
Ah, the paint fumes are starting to leave my head. Too bad. Now I’m starting to feel normal again. Flowers no longer grow in the pavement. Oh, by the way–it was latex paint and I’m allergic to latex in any form, in case you were wondering.
So I guess I wasn’t really corrupted by the power of being read and contacted by a reader after all. Just latexed.
Thought for the day: Pity the woman who confused her birth control pills with her tranquilizer. She now has twelve children but she doesn’t care.
Have a great weekend!