SETTING: MY "LIBERRY", YESTERDAY.
MRS. C: Hey, JUICE. Got an internet question for you.
MRS. C: What's a blog?
heart does that thing where it stops beating for several seconds. All
the blood backs up into my eyes making them go all tingley and stuff.
Mrs. C walks over with a piece of paper that turns out to be from some
library-related place, possibly from the library commission, but I
didn't get a good look at it cause I was too busy trying to get my
blood-engorged eyes to focus on anything that might look like it leads
back to me. I can't find anything. Finally, I see that Mrs. C is
pointing to a listing for Blogs that's nestled among those for other
such online creatures.)
ME: (Adopting what I hope is a nonchalant tone.) They're like online journals.
MRS. C: Oh, like diaries.
MRS. C: (Taking paper away.) Okay. I just wondered and figured you would know.