At the Bookstore-That-Rhymes-With-One-Man-Band, →[More:] I'm socially in sort of a weird position. We have a lot of employees (almost 300 at full strentgh). Lots of them are kids in their twenties. There's also a lot of people (mainly managers and office people) in their forties and fifties. Almost nobody in their mid-thirties. So half the staff thinks of me as a 'crazy kid,' and the rest (to quote my man Peter Bagge) look at me 'trying to decide whether he is a knowledgable hepcat or merely a bitter old crank.'

One kid (and I mean 'kid',he's 20) Eric helps me unload and sort for the buyers and whatnot as do a few other kids in their early 20's. To pass the time, I'll regale them with my often odd theories about life, music, sex, politics and the like which leaves them alternately amused or aghast. Late yesterday, Eric looked at me and said 'Y'know, you oughta write all these theories of yours down somewhere.'

And I realized, in lieu of a web connection, I was Meatspace Metachatting.