I've invited bunches of people to my house this coming Sunday to play music and share potluck food. Three days ago I was informed that this Sunday is Super Bowl Sunday, and I might want to reschedule my get-together.
Should I waste my breath railing against a society that values a televised football game that is basically an excuse to eat junk food, drink beer, and exercise vicariously above a few hours of live, musical fellowship and revelry?
Nah. That part of my holy crusade against culture is over. Go ahead. Watch the stupid game. If it were the Red Sox in the World Series, I'd probably do the same thing.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
A Novel Approach
As I drive hither and thither on my daily errands, I ponder the plot for my true-crime novel, which has no name as yet. Actually, it has no plot yet, either, but there are several sub-plots trying to surface, and I do know what the prologue -- the crime -- will be.
I haven't sat down to write the prologue, and this morning I realized something rather disturbing: I am actually procrastinating about it because it is going to be SO DELICIOUS! The victim is going to be one of my old boyfriends, and I am going to so enjoy rubbing him out! It is really fun to ride around thinking up ways of executing him and experimenting with dialogue.
OK. I know you think I'm sick. Even I think this is a little sick. But it's funny!
I haven't sat down to write the prologue, and this morning I realized something rather disturbing: I am actually procrastinating about it because it is going to be SO DELICIOUS! The victim is going to be one of my old boyfriends, and I am going to so enjoy rubbing him out! It is really fun to ride around thinking up ways of executing him and experimenting with dialogue.
OK. I know you think I'm sick. Even I think this is a little sick. But it's funny!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Did You Miss Me?
Wow, it has been FOREVER since I wrote on this blog.
I just read through a few posts, and was once again pleasantly surprised in hindsight at how lucid, and, dammit, just plain lovable I am!
Here's a funny update:
I opened the freezer door a couple days ago, thinking to maybe clear some space for new, exciting frozen treats to come, and pulled a grocery bag from the very back.
"Hmmmmm, wonder what's in this?" I said to myself.
There was a tag on the bag. It said: "Athena."
I immediately thought, "Guinea pig food?" Because, as you know, dear reader, since you have diligently digested all my previous posts, Athena was one of our guinea pigs.
Then, a split second later I realized the frozen lump in the bag WAS Athena.
That poor, dead guinea pig has been in our freezer for over a year, waiting for burial.
Makes you wonder what else is in there, doesn't it?
By the way -- and this has nothing to do with what's in my freezer, despite the juxtaposition -- you're all invited to my house for music and potluck Feb. 5.
I just read through a few posts, and was once again pleasantly surprised in hindsight at how lucid, and, dammit, just plain lovable I am!
Here's a funny update:
I opened the freezer door a couple days ago, thinking to maybe clear some space for new, exciting frozen treats to come, and pulled a grocery bag from the very back.
"Hmmmmm, wonder what's in this?" I said to myself.
There was a tag on the bag. It said: "Athena."
I immediately thought, "Guinea pig food?" Because, as you know, dear reader, since you have diligently digested all my previous posts, Athena was one of our guinea pigs.
Then, a split second later I realized the frozen lump in the bag WAS Athena.
That poor, dead guinea pig has been in our freezer for over a year, waiting for burial.
Makes you wonder what else is in there, doesn't it?
By the way -- and this has nothing to do with what's in my freezer, despite the juxtaposition -- you're all invited to my house for music and potluck Feb. 5.
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