July 3rd, 2005

(no subject)

First, correct the confusion: It wasn't *my* dad I was talking about as needing a good kick in the balls the other day; it was the dad of a bunch of ill-behaved brats at a hotel who had been attacking a friend of mine. And, as noted, my apology for not hitting my Mom thirty years ago was just venting.

I've got a big thought brewing, and I reasonably suspect that different audiences will misinterpret different parts of it and so discussion will get interesting. And I have to get ready to catch a plane at 6am Tuesday. So I'll go work on that. More later.