God, it’s painful being such a rank amateur sometimes. I just got wind that I had a post over on Aiming Low in mid January and I had no idea because the email they sent ended up in my junk mail folder.
I only got wind of this thanks to my buddy Ry over at http://forthebirdsblog.com who’s current post on Aiming Low I was reading. Then I realized I’d caused a huge kerfuffle because the one they put up was about how I stole the last jar of Parmesan sprinkle cheese out from underneath the nose of an elderly woman at the Giant. I read the comments and felt like my Grandma was yelling at me for being an ageist asshole from the grave. “Show some respect for the elderly!” and “you’ll be old someday too!” were the common themes along with a few barbs about old people bashing thrown in for good measure.
Because I’d submitted it from my red-headed stepchild blog I thought I could slink away from it and no one would be the wiser, but a few people caught on and now I have to fess up.
I’ll have everyone know that I LOVE the old folks. Unless they are mean, wearing a habit and wielding a behavior modification paddle. In no way did I mean to diss senior day at the Giant Food Store even though they are the scariest sons of bitches I have ever had the misfortune of shopping with and I promise to show better judgement next Wednesday even if there is only one jar of sprinkle cheese left.
I was all set to set to start blathering on about kick ass robot wars and why John Connor may have been wrong when I got the official confirmation that I am clueless AND I suck, so you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for that epic disaster. So Aiming Low, I am sorry I’m such a deadbeat and I promise to make it up to you by handwriting I WILL NEVER AIM SO LOW EVER AGAIN a thousand times on the blackboard during recess.