Just came back and read the final line of my last post… What in the world? Why don’t you people tell me when I don’t make a lick of sense? That wasn’t right. I think I was saying something about preserving the hope that edgy books will become safer publishing bets…oh, Max Perkins. Where have you gone?
Let that be a lesson to you: don’t blog drunk.
Any-wa-hey, looks like the endless summer is drawing to a close. Tans fading. Vacations spent. Time to get back under the bricks. I’m really starting to think the worst thing about publishing is coming back after a vacation. No matter what, those books are still coming. At any other time, that’s a very nice thing. But just at this moment, I’d gratefully give Hillary my vote to stall the things a good 3 weeks.
I’m also still working on that old manuscript I keep inwardly moaning about. Haven’t visited a single blog in about a month, so I don’t know what anyone’s talking about (which, with my last post, means we’re even). And to top it all, some commies are using animatronic bands to lead worship! Can the apocalypse be far behind?
At any rate, I’ve got some fresh, inspiring interviews for you from some writerly folks you should get to know better. So hang in with me while I try to regroup here. I promise I’ll come back soon. While you’re waiting you might try out the new Random Title Generator down there. Also, not that you have time for it, but I’m finding stumbling is pretty fun if you haven’t tried that yet.
Oh, great! Just what I need – something to get me addicted to reading even more blogs when I should be doing the dishes or something. . .thanks a lot, Mick.
PS – Glad you’re back.
Let me get this straight, you’ve been DWB (drinking while blogging, of course) Reading about singing dummies and surfing the net.
No wonder you’re three weeks behind.
When you don’t make sense I figure it’s one of those beret, black turtleneck, snap, snap, snap moments.
Hey, that last line made perfect sense to me. Of course, I was probably drunk* when I read it. I was trying to approach the post itself with an appropriate level of “edginess” so I could feel the impact of your comments in 3-D.
*This is not true. I was not drunk. Some of you probably knew that already. I just wanted to seem edgy here so I’d fit in. Is there a dress code for those who live on the edge? Just wondering what I should wear to the party.
Steve,
A black beret and your snap, of course… what were you thinking?
Mick,
Re: your last line.
I just figured shift happens…
by the way, nice pic… especially like the googly eyes…
Sorry, Madison, I shoulda figured that out. Guess I’m still a little fuzzy-minded from all the drinking*.
*See asterisked explanation in my comment above. To avoid getting stuck in an infinite loop, ignore this instruction if this is your second time reading it and just move along to the next comment below.
Tina, yes. That was my concern. Michelle, you’ve convicted me. Fortunately, I know it will pass. Heather, are you referring to 3 snaps up in a circle? Sorry. Homey don’t play that.
Madison, and all others, please see Steve’s comment above.
B U I?
Why do you think the comments here don’t make sense :-)
I’m really not sure how much I like you for posting that Stumble Upon link.
I found today the Personality Disorder Test
You should maybe start being a little afraid now.
It made perfect sense to me, Mick. As my college roommate was so fond of saying when he was in his cups (as was I), “I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” Which, upon reflection, at the time also made perfect sense.
Carry on.
I went to the Personality Disorder Test and the first question was, “WHO has a CRUSH on YOU?” like they’d have to have a disorder–LOL Thanks, Michelle! LOL
Mick,
Just in case someone went to the site about the animatronic orchestra and took it seriously, here’s the disclaimer from Lark News’ web site:
“LarkNews is a satirical newspaper published by Joel Kilpatrick. LarkNews uses invented names in all its stories, except in cases when public figures are being satirized. Any other use of real names is accidental and coincidental.”
Of course, until I found that I was saying, “I knew it would come to this someday.” Thanks for making me laugh–and think.