It also seemed to be taking place simultaneously in late spring, midsummer, and fall, and high school was in session but also it's almost time for college orientation? Temporal confusion aside, the video store scene made it worth the price of admission for me.
![My name is Thomas Chaterton Williams, and my father - that is to say, my paterfamilias (a term which (for all that it may have fallen into disfavor among the current tiresome guardians of of the so-called 'discourse'(presumably for fear of invoking their dreaded bugbear of 'the patriarchy') I must insist on continuing to use to invoke all due respect for his formative role in my life - documented at length in (at last count) three of my seven published memoirs - came to tragic end all too soon at the hands of my other great inspiration, indeed, you, yourself - the very English language with which I paint such vivid prose portraits of both my own life and what I imagine to be the culture of distant lands - wielded the proverbial blade which struck him down, and as such you (hey, wake up, I'm still talking!) must prepare [1/147]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:bfmr3xehbcxxnktdcw3zg7cr/bafkreihs27pb4vy2gn3doyf75ff6kxgpvhijz3fnqlic3nowofzt5xivhq)