The only reason I’m writing this extremely-belated reply? Turns out the Guardian UK (aka Grauniad) did a story on this. Today!

Not quite ten years: but otherwise, our stories are similar.

Yeah, I can’t do “small talk,” either. Although in recent years, I’ve had two stylists who “got me,” and we would talk while they worked on my hair.

Over the past decade or so? Gradually, I went silver-haired. I think it looks good. Must have picked up hair color—along with mental illness—from my mother’s DNA. I recall being secretly pleased when I got my first grey hair at age twelve, because it made me more like Mom.

Worst haircut I ever had cost me nearly $50. Stylist had pretensions of being an artiste; wouldn’t let me speak a word while she “created” her supposed magnum opus atop my pate. You’ve seen enough of my posts here; imagine how difficult it was for me to keep quiet for more than a half-hour! Anyhow...

Been a long, strange trip since I first posted on Jez back in, uh—let’s see—2012. (Had a screencap of my reply to Willa Catheter, if anyone remembers him.)

Now I’m getting seriously weirded out. Well, it’s nothing new. I’ve been wondering whether I’m living in the real world for years, now.

This is seriously weird. I had to turn off everything on my PC except for this page, and the copy of my message I had backed up in MS Word 2002 (!) before I could reply. Until then? It just sat there—with blinking dots—until finally I stopped, reloaded, and read your message.

Hello, “...SofaKing...”

Yow. Got Kinja’ed a couple of times before I could reply to this one.

Is an “etalib” anything like a MadLib?

What’s Venmo?

If the Orange One is impeached, do you think his bass will play

Kavanaugh—nominated by the Orange Occupier—finds a new home in the Ames-room[ish] ambience of the Overlook. If only it were real.

Who’s the artist? It looks kinda familiar.

This is insane.

Here we have one of the extremely-rare cases in which justice has acted: in the never-ending on-the-spot, street executions of young black people who haven’t done anything but exist.

My father had gout, but was able to treat it with anti-inflammatories. He’s stoic, and avoids talking about health: which is easy, when you’re so healthy! Which he remains (physically, certainly) in his mid-eighties.

Warning to folks who find medical/anatomical photos disturbing: you might want to avoid clicking on the link.

It appears my timestamps are jumping around: based on whether it’s during or after a post. Probably doesn’t matter.