When you’ve been blogging for as many years as I have, it’s easy for you to get complacent.  You know that you can walk into any situation and turn it into blog fodder.  You can absorb it and spit it back out.  You eat up reality like a plate of doughnuts.

So it’s very surprising when you sit down to meet someone new, and she takes off her jacket to reveal a T-shirt that says “I’M BLOGGING THIS.”

And you think, well, how interesting. So this is what it feels like to be prey.  How novel.  Okay, done with that now.  Can we go back to being the hunter?  I’m ready to go back to being the hunter now.*

*When I say “hunter,” I don’t mean this hunter.