playing hooky from nanowrimo

Like most of life's lessons, the moments I'm dwelling on up in my brainbox today are best examined and learned from with plenty of perspective.

I remember writing my own ham-handed amateur's bridge piece between Weezer's Pinkerton album and Kevin Smith's film Chasing Amy, which hit my life right around the time a couple of close friends came out as gay or bi, and I found myself just a boring old straight person.

Not narrow enough to find dykes unattractive, but unmoved by the prospect of dick even when I didn't have to look far for a male who constantly threw softball come-ons my direction.

So here I am today reading one person's ultra personal dissection of Chasing Amy over here:

http://lefsetz.com/wordpress/index.php/archives/2010/11/15/jay-silent-bob-live/

and then a history of Pinkerton over here:

http://www.altpress.com/features/entry/this_is_beginning_to_hurt_a_woefully_incomplete_oral_history_of_weezers_pin/

and it all leaves me wanting to dig out the last few copies of that poem I wrote back then and burn them in a pile in the backyard.

Then I'll go write something BETTER...