As bad a typist as me?
I mean is their any hope? Will some say, "oh yeah, Faulkner was a hunt and peck 15 wpm with an error every other word... his poor editor..."
In my wildest fantasies, I am not Faulkner. I am not Tam or Marko or Farmer Frank. THEY are my fantasy. SOME coin coming in from scribblings, but still a day job. And I think that bar is set too high for me. SHEER fantasy.
I wish blogger did images as such that this was legible without embiggenation.
The Internet Ice Cream machine is still calming down - Blood pressure not back to normal, and so the ice cream will be late. But since this is the Internet, here's acute kitten eating bacon. Because bacon.
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