Monday, February 27, 2006


At the end of Kevin Moriarty's first year as artistic director of the Hangar Theatre, someone asked him what it was like. He told a wonderful story of his memory of getting new Clark Kent type glasses when he was eight years old. The glasses, naturally, made him want to be Superman. His mother obligingly made him a cape and one day in school at lunchtime, he whipped off his glasses, donned the cape and raced around the playground doing superhero things: pushing kids on swings higher, giving the merry-go-round an extra shove, adding weight to the light end of the teeter-totter.

Yesterday was a day like that for me in the blog world. I found myself irresistibly drawn to give people advice. A suggestion to correct a grammar error on Weekend Wino; Instructions to David Brin about how to include active links in his posts; Advice to Curbstone Critic on how to keep his sidebar from slipping to the bottom (in fairness, Curbstone Critic did ask for advice); and more.

I'm over it. Anyone who was gritting their teeth and trying to avoid me can come out now.

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