Read that in your best Robert-Shaw-as-Quint-in-Jaws voice (if you haven’t seen Jaws, stop reading this website and find a way to watch it right away. Best movie ever, even if there is only one female character in it and she gets about ten lines.), and picture me sitting cynically at the back of the Town Hall meeting, knowing that sooner or later, if the mayor wants that shark dead, he’ll have to come to me–yeah, this metaphor has completely gotten away from me. I have no idea who the mayor is, what the shark is, or what this meeting is about.
But I’m blogging here now. I’ll do my best to be interesting, if probably not the most frequently posting blogger.
I always swore I’d never blog. Famous last words.