[Samson]

Yesterday, I whiled away about an hour in a familiar bar awaiting the end of son's soccer practice whilst reading the WSJ editorial page and fantasizing about how many posts using it I could make on more "liberal minded" discussion boards where I've recently implied that Mr. Dyer is simply a "cowardly nerd," for his opposition to allied forces in Iraq.

Wow, I could've started three or four threads with that sentence alone...BUT MY POINT IS:

One of my favorite, bisexual, multi-pierced, many tatted, Elizabethan English speaking, radical Bush supporter, part owner of a Magic Accessories Store, pagan, pool playing, bar waitresses shows up to give me a big hug and tell me what she's been up to during the past week: Modelling in Florida at the Annual Fetish Convention with her "fiance" Samantha. This weekend she'll begin working at the Tarot Card Reading Tent at the local Rainacence (sp???) Festival as a Gypsy Fortune Teller.

Should I feel a tad inadequate? Has "Tara" lived more of life in two weeks than I have in two decades? Interestingly, while I'm almost speechless around her, I also feel strongly compelled to say something like: Please could you just share a tiny piece of your life with the living dead that I feel I've become with a routine of job, family, weekends of soccer playing, and creating fantacy verbal jousts on a discussion board?