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Hit Me, I'm a Man, I Can Take It
Let's reopen it--Blog Bar, we'll serve literary cocktails.— October 5, 2009 12:14 a.m.
Fan Mail!
Big, old shalom and good night to everybody, yo. I'm crashing out in about forty-two (42) seconds.— October 5, 2009 12:12 a.m.
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Because, you know, Death Metal and Speed Metal sound NOTHING like each other. Ha! I usually answer the aforementioned question with, "fairy tales," just to try and throw them off.— October 5, 2009 12:10 a.m.
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fifty snarf! it's gone, sadly :(— October 5, 2009 12:04 a.m.
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SD--I must read these things! Educate me! Gringo--Reminds you a little bit of metal kids, don't it do? "What? Death Metal? I only listen to Black Metal and Thrash Metal!"— October 5, 2009 12:02 a.m.
Save the Date
I once footnoted an entire (very) short story--Borges, "On Exactitude in Science," actually--to prove a very small point of a very long paper. I like footnotes almost as much as I like italics. Maybe more. You'll prolly see lots of footnotes in the future, hope it doesn't cramp your reading style. Shagged after a good squawk here myself after a serious Clopening last night/this morning. FYI, a "clopen" is when you close the restaurant and then have to come back six hours later to open that beast up. The Bane of my Existence.— October 4, 2009 11:59 p.m.
Fan Mail!
RE #22: I've seen that ad, I think :) As for rejection letters, I love them. I like when one arrives like YEARS after you sent some half-together magazine a manuscript and you had all sorts of time to forget about it. Then, whammo, Fail in the Mail! I got one amazing rejection letter in college complaining specifically about my class because an entire workshop of amateur writers (all of us hacks) sent the same magazine a submission. We were allowed to submit anywhere we wanted, part of the instructors attempt to motivate us, but everyone independently opted to send his sub down the street to MIT or something like that. Apparently we were counting on some sort of home field advantage because, you know, not a lot of competition in Boston. Heheh. General tenor the letter: "what ails you sophomores? I've received twenty submissions from writers who should be revising not submitting. -Editor." I was actually flattered that the editor chose me--among all the hacks--to fire one off at.— October 4, 2009 11:55 p.m.
Now I'm wicked hungry and it's 2:30 in the morning. Sweet!
First Degree Newness: You intend for it to be new. Second Degree Newness: You don't intend for it to be new, but you new it wasn't new and you let it get new anyways. Third Degree Newness: You just walked in and, ooops, there it was, all new and you didn't see it coming but you couldn't help yourself. (I don't actually know about criminal justice, like, even a little bit)— October 4, 2009 10:21 p.m.
Dreams of National Parks and Nostalgia
When I was a kid I spent a summer in one of those campers, parked on the lawn of the family homestead. It was kind of a "just for the hell of it" thing, but ultimately pretty sweet.— October 4, 2009 10:07 p.m.
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Fan mail, fan fiction... Fantastic! (bring on the puns)— October 4, 2009 10:05 p.m.