This began as a comment on Ann's post this morning, Fatal Flaws, which includes her first call ever for an open call. I decided to respond with a post of my own, considering it an obligation of my new office as "King of OS," enthroned thereon late Saturday in a presumably bloodless coup led by Open Salon's top military officer, the legendary Gen. J. K. Brady, who evidently mistook the wedge of cheese I wear in my current avatar as a crown of sorts.
Deferring to the spirit of the aforementioned august office, which we accepted with abashed reluctance, of course, we shall continue this post in the traditional first-person plural.
Fortunately, due to our elevated status, we shall allow only a quick peek at just a few of the flaws we've chosen to unveil. To list them all would require more bandwidth than the royal budget can support. A complete list also could induce our subjects to question Gen. Brady's priorities in making her selection for this frankly uncomfortable throne. However, in the spirit of Thomas à Becket and in the interest of maintaining a stable and fruitful kingdom, we, having accepted the general's decision, are now committed to carrying out the duties so ordained.
That being enunciated, here then are the flaws we choose to acknowledge:
We too often shoot from the hip, which is a result of our limbic predilection. Such could aid in protecting us from dinosaur and mastodon attacks, in theory. On the downside it more often than not clouds our ability to wiggle out of tight spots using reason instead of finely tuned panic.
We bore too easily - passively and assertively, including boring ourself. This can lead to impulsive acts that often replace boredom with regret, embarrassment, or, in the current context, dissension in the kingdom.
We are not aging gracefully. We try to comfort ourself from this recognition by quoting Dylan Thomas to ourself, which tires us to the extent that we go gentle into that good nap and afterward carry the guilt of sloth with us until we find or start a decent dustup to get the juices flowing again.
On the plus side, we made our first pie yesterday - kumquat, following Bellwether Vance's recipe. It turned out surprisingly excellent. Which brings up the final flaw we shall admit today: we are a shameless braggert.
Go, then, multiply, divide and...well, just get along.