I encountered Chris from Steelwerks at Indigo briefly before arriving home, where I will now proceed to spend the entire evening writing a paper that is already very late – almost as late as possible, in fact. I attempted to chat him up in casually, but he seemed unamused, though still polite. “Where is my trademark wit?” I wondered. “Has it left me for greener pastures? Am I now doomed to have my acquaintances see how I actually feel at any given moment? What will become of my barriers?”
Now observe Morrissey on the cover of this random magazine. How graciously he glances at us from his self imposed prison of glass. The Moz is in a whole different genderless world of vegans, and we can’t get in. He thinks we’re dirty, likely, or perhaps not trendy enough. Sigh.