I used to have this boyfriend who would sign off his emails, no matter who they were for, with the tagline “Just an earthbound misfit, I.” If you didn’t know, that’s half a line from Pink Floyd’s song “Learning To Fly,” not to be confused with “Learn To Fly” by the Foo Fighters, which is also an excellent song. Anyway, I loved Pink Floyd’s song before I met that man, and I kept loving it long after he was gone*, and good riddance.
I use the entire line (“Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I”) on my personal website, and I frequently use the handle “urthboundmisfit” in social media, both because “earthboundmisfit” is usually taken and because I once knew a woman who went by “urthlvr” online (we were in a Neopagan group, and back then they still pretended to be environmentalists), and I thought that spelling was cool.
And that’ll be all the explanation you never asked for.
I talk about all sorts of shit here. I also have a pottymouth, so watch out for that.
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*He’s still alive, last I knew. I’d say “good riddance” regardless. Don’t ask. Except I’ll probably tell the story here, one of these days.
