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On the way to the library we got a flat--nice day for it.
There is no nice day for having well-meaning young fellers punch through your catalytic converter, tho'.
At the library I had yet another variation on the Age Conversation. I'm surprised there still ARE fresh variations to be had on the subject, to be honest.
"Was school good today?" the Other Librarian asked, in that sweet tone saved for children. Any real teen would have been offended. My teen dignity, though, has long since perished in the fires of Unrequited Adulthood, and at first I didn't know what to say. The question was repeated...
The real oddity in this occurred to me later.
Even if I were a teen when I first came to OK (and that library) I would no longer be one by now.
Five years later.
I mean, I have done NO visible growing up in all that time, which would be even weirder for a teen.
a car my age...
I was idly scanning paperback racks with the extra tire-changing time at the library, and came across a novelization of Dark Knight. I picked it out, but ended putting it back. Wayne's dialogue just wasn't...right. Not rich or muscular or cultured. And I do mean the voice, though that sounds like a physical description.
Hey, Batman's voice should be visceral, right?
So I need to go pick that Batman motif story back up again, since I know what I want from it. Maybe it'll take off if I start working on paper this time...
There is no nice day for having well-meaning young fellers punch through your catalytic converter, tho'.
At the library I had yet another variation on the Age Conversation. I'm surprised there still ARE fresh variations to be had on the subject, to be honest.
"Was school good today?" the Other Librarian asked, in that sweet tone saved for children. Any real teen would have been offended. My teen dignity, though, has long since perished in the fires of Unrequited Adulthood, and at first I didn't know what to say. The question was repeated...
The real oddity in this occurred to me later.
Even if I were a teen when I first came to OK (and that library) I would no longer be one by now.
Five years later.
I mean, I have done NO visible growing up in all that time, which would be even weirder for a teen.
a car my age...I was idly scanning paperback racks with the extra tire-changing time at the library, and came across a novelization of Dark Knight. I picked it out, but ended putting it back. Wayne's dialogue just wasn't...right. Not rich or muscular or cultured. And I do mean the voice, though that sounds like a physical description.
Hey, Batman's voice should be visceral, right?
So I need to go pick that Batman motif story back up again, since I know what I want from it. Maybe it'll take off if I start working on paper this time...
