This video is something on the order of five years old at this point. That’s a century in Intertunnel years. Seemed topical today, after yesterday’s extravaganza. It has the production values of a porno made by the Department of Agriculture, but we’re not curing cancer here; it’ll do.
I’ve never ascribed to the old saw: A bad workman quarrels with his tools. I’ve always thought Bierce had it right: A bad workman quarrels with the man who calls him that.
Left to my own devices when writing, I’d make James Joyce look like Erma Bombeck. I feel an obligation to the reader on these here Intertunnels to tone it down a skosh, and not be so obscure about everything I’m talking about. I could stop writing using expressions that are meant to be spoken aloud in the head, for instance. I could stop making references to Wodehouse in blogposts about roofing. I could explain myself to the last jot and tittle. Hell, I could explain why I’m writing this paragraph right now.
I can use words like hammers, and be paid for it. I do. But I won’t do it here. If you don’t know what it says I can’t help you. Well, I won’t help you.