While I'm typing today, I just have to complain: I am so uncool. I used to be cool, way back then. I knew about cool stuff and contributed to zines. I even had one myself, or kinda. Now I silently surf the sites of the More Interesting, and wonder when the Big Idea for my First Novel is going to strike me.

Then I realize that it probably won't strike me any time soon, as I'm pretty uncool right now and boring to boot. Or maybe I can somehow turn a transition from interesting and edgy to uncool and boring into some sort of Allegory, a la Avenue Q.

At least I didn't lose my self-absorption. Phew!