Category Archives: Regret

The Pencil Today:


“I have many regrets, and I’m sure everyone does. The stupid things you do, you regret, if you have any sense. And if you don’t regret them, maybe you’re stupid.” — Katharine Hepburn


Short and bittersweet today.

I woke up in the middle of the night and it hit me: Writing that I’d like to punch the faces of those two little flamboyant virgins who sing about Rick Santorum was the wrong thing to do.

Loathsome, Yes; Punching Bags, No

It was the equivalent of making a Hitler and the Jews joke or saying I hope a gay guy gets AIDS. Everybody might know I don’t mean it but, still….

So, even though I still detest Camille and Haley Harris, I don’t wish violence upon them.

No matter how privileged and entitled they are, and no matter their obvious obliviousness to the plight of people less fortunate than they are, they don’t deserve punches in their faces.

On the other hand, if the two Santorum balladeers one day happen to be walking down the street and a car zooms by, splashes through a muddy puddle, and the two get drenched in muck, I’d be pleased.


Yup. Most times, the second thought is the smart one.