Regular readers will be pleased to know that try as I might I cannot transmit an actual soapbox through the internet.
It is a strange and difficult thing, to have an epiphany, and I have been poor company this week since I had by brain snap about CO2. I’ll try not to get on that soapbox again, but I have found it tangled around my feet a bit lately. Poor Bertrude was so consistently browbeaten with my insights and opinions for three days that he went out and got a job just to get away from all the talk about global warming. And who said I couldn’t change the world?
Anyway, I’m sorry if I bored you with my rant. I’ve now managed to channel most of that energy into the manifesto I’m writing and which I’ll be uploading to google docs the second it’s done. Johnboy, you’ll be the first one to get the link, okay?
At the Hippo Lounge this Thursday I stepped into the breach when our regular door bitch couldn’t make it. I’m not sure I really performed my task as well as I might have done… I probably shouldn’t have been asking the familiar faces if they’d like to join me in my battle to save the world, but instead, asking the unfamiliar ones for their ID.