WWTBAM Bored

B. Ackin Texaulkner wrote:From a little after two o'clock until almost sundown of this short still cold weary dead January afternoon we will sing Happy Birthday in what Ms. Silver still calls the Moratorium Lounge because her bored buddies had called it that — a friendly hot pointy stick-less room with the blinds all closed and fastened for forty-three months because when she was younger someone had believed that snarkiness and political posts carried animosity and that jocularity was always cooler, and which (as her white hot glare shone fuller and fuller on that side of the bored) became latticed with yellow slashes full of dusty quotes which Saucy thought of as being flecks of the dead old dried up ToddRundgren himself blown inward from the scaling blinds as wind might have blown him.