I’m rather unwell. More than usual, I mean. This song (with the exception of actually eating banana pancakes, which sound terrible right now but sort of like euphoria any other day) pretty well sums up all I want to do. So enjoy the video while I go sleep late and pretend like it’s the weekend now.
So I says to Ian Tregillis, I says, “Hey! Didn’t you write a book?” And he was like, “Idiot. I’ve written three, and I contributed to these three others. Who are you anyway?” And then I was like, “Bitter Seeds guy! Can I ask you some questions?” And then he says, “How’d you get in my house?!” …
This meme has a little issue with pronoun use. I know you guys don’t care, but I was too lazy to fix it. But, hey, a meme! I stole this from Dead White Guys. Check that blog out if you don’t know about it already–hilarious and well-written, and generally irreverent. The rating system is “# …
True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself. Henry Miller The thing about most writers is that we’re battling with duality. For me, the showdown is Left Brain vs. Right Brain, the war between logically understanding the limits of my ability and the insuppressible creative …
This is one of those songs I like to blare while housecleaning. This, with the possible exception of “Leave Your Hat On,” is my very favorite Etta.
The site will be available but not updated for a few days. Technical difficulties, time constraints, all that. Anyway, enjoy the old stuff (or don’t) and I’ll see you this weekend.
The Late Movies is one of the best ideas the folks at mentalfloss.com ever had. Being as I wake up before the sun, I usually watch these in the morning while plotting my way out of work and into a Pulitzer. (Clearly I don’t run long on luck.) Anyway, I was up entirely too late …