Flashes of Panic

It has occurred to me that my protestations of swimming near-incompetence from the last few days are written in nearly the same tone as the more strident and self-important posts about things I pretend to know about.

I’m not quite sure what to do with that realization, but there it is. Am I becoming one of those people who thinks every word they write is truth because they have a weblog? (Or, as the “B.C.” pedastal calls it, “TRVTH.”)

I hope not. Warn me?

In the meantime, I will sit back and let what happens, happen.