Tuesday, February 07, 2006
And Now, Audience Participation!

Okay, here's the deal: it's time for a blog post, but I got nothin'. I don't know if it's the phase of the moon or the alignment of the stars or a short in my synapses, but I'm just shrugging the world off today. Hey, it happens to the best of us.

So I'm leaving this post up to youse guys. I'll start it off with a prompt line or two, then whoever gets here first can continue the paragraph in the comments however they see fit. The next person so inspired can build from the preceding entry, and so on ad infinitum. We all know how this works. You have free reign to do anything you want -- reveal my most embarrassing secrets, illuminate the darkest corners of my psyche, underline the essential pointlessness of my existence... whatever. Whoever takes it in the most unexpected direction will win a special prize (tbd). Remember, though, you're writing from my perspective. I'll leave it open for, say, 24-36 hours, and whatever I've got after that, I'll post up in the blog. Geddit?

(Now, watch this crash and burn. None of you lazy bastards are going to lift a finger, and that comment counter is going to stick at zero two just to mock me. For attempting this, I probably deserve it, too.)

All right, here it comes...

As a child, I was rather known for my precocity. I always got along better with the grown-ups than with other children, and assumed that they viewed me as an equal. For years, nobody ever attempted to dissuade me from that belief. By the time I hit adolescence, though, I had become aware that trying to talk to adults as an adult wasn't working anymore. It was around that time that my mother took me out for a long evening drive, and tried to explain to me one of the great truths of adult life:
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