Epiphany.

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Yeah, one of those. I was reading Respectful of Otters (and let me tell you, after this story I’m quite ready to respect them*), and I was doing my best to keep up with the material being referenced in this post when it hit me: this is probably how most people think of our shared hobby (political wonkery). It obviously has relevance, the people involved take it quite seriously… and you really feel the lack of a scorecard beyond a certain level of complexity. Worse, you feel like that you should be keeping up with all of this, so the inadequacy fires up…

Still, fascinating stuff, though I suspect that a good deal of subtext is going right over my head. Ach, well, that happens when you’re a Right Wing Death Beast.

Moe

UPDATE: FEAR THE OTTER’S RIGHTEOUS PAWS AND FANGS OF FURY, YE PUNY, COWERING MORTALS!!!!!

(pause)

Actually, I just felt like typing that out. I’m not really sure why.

*Apropos of nothing, when my girlfriend and I went to North Carolina we stopped at the Aquarium on Roanoke, because it was, you know, educational and stuff (very educational and edifying vacation, in between the winery/brewery trips – actually, that was educational and edifying as well, albeit a bit fuzzy), and they had an otter. I swear that there must have been a bell or something in the lair, because a minute after we walked in out comes the otter to start doing the “look at me, I’m cute and fuzzy and can do all sorts of really cool things in the water, aren’t I the best? Don’t you want to give the Aquarium lots and lots of money to keep me in otter chow? Look at this face and just try to tell me no…”

Anyway, I was Respectful of the Otter.

3 thoughts on “Epiphany.”

  1. Wow. They look so cute in the aquariums. Was it just me, or did the line “we’d better not risk another frontal assault — that otter’s dynamite” echo through anyone else’s head as they read that story?
    Respect, hell — now I fear the otters.

  2. Some people, when they heard subtext whizzing by overhead, would ask questions. But it’s cool if that’s not your way.
    You fear the otter, and that’s good enough for me.

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