the last thing I'm jealous of is jughead here, aging dumbly and proudly with zip family and a go-nowhere career where the only fading respect he gets is here. I think he's funny (in a sad way), and I enjoy rattling his cage a bit.
believe it or not, I'm a published author with a pretty big house, although a better word may be stable. that's right: although I do moonlight in this cess-pit, I am normallly the kind of writer who is allowed to put his name on things, which are then sold to people, reviewed, put in the Library of Congress, etc. it's a little bit of a reach to assume that I'm jealous of an ex government hack's ability to churn out dreck for kids who can't do their homework, isn't it?
that's what you get when you assume, as they say.
as for you, though, John'sMom, you nosy biddy, I am sort of jealous of you-- I'd love to be able to just swoop in and have the last word in someone else's conversation.