“Being bored just means that you’re too boring to think of something interesting to do.’ I’m paraphrasing, but these are, pretty much, the words that drove me utterly insane, as a child. They would be directed my way, courtesy of my mother, right after I was guilty of saying the words, “I’m bored,” and being … Continue reading
I hate being reminded of my failings (no snooty remarks about how this must happen very often, thank you very much). This is apropos of somebody posting their latest blog contribution – bringing to the very forefront of my mind the fact that: (1) I have not posted a blog since about four days after … Continue reading