Rereading my old stuff is sometimes a trip. There’s this glorious disconnect, and I start staring in amazement, thinking, I wrote this?
This explains my continued love of this blog, obviously. I reread it, go, “What a semi amusing jackass,” and it’s sometimes a good five to ten minutes before I remember I’m talking about myself.
A part of the reason it’s a trip is because occasionally come across things and wonder what in the name of Diplodocus was I thinking.
Which brings us to our title: honorificabilitudinitatibus
I’m reading one of my unfinished novels and I saw it just sort of sitting there, chillaxing. I remember it, kind of, remember having done… something with it. And that it amused me.
Hopefully it’s just use it in a single work, then forget it completely.
Seeing that I used a word so ungainly, I figured I HAD to have come here to gloat about it. Which I did.
I am a very odd person. I hope it’s an interesting odd. And not too much of a jack ass.
I’ve seldom entered honorificabilitudinitatibus, for the record. Just thought you’d like to know.