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Letters
Roger. :)— November 1, 2009 2:04 a.m.
Rip Van Winkle
I can totally relate, kstaff. There is a lady who "lives," or sleeps, rather, across the street from my building, on the cold bricks of a side door of an old historic Victorian. She is in a wheelchair and has multiple health issues, so when I go out late at night for a smoke, I check on her. I'm always astonished to see her bundled up and snoring away, despite the intensity of the cold, which drives me back indoors after ten minutes--unless she's awake, and we sit and chat awhile. Today, we sat on the sidewalk and had a discussion about books--mostly Stephen King. Like Rip Van Winkle, it's been years since she's had a steady media diet, and while she can remember back to Kubrick's The Shining, or the filmic version of Carrie, she doesn't know any films that have come out post the year 2000. It is like she stepped into a fuzzy portal, and everything from "before" has receded, while new memories resist manufacture. True, the drinking doesn't help...— November 1, 2009 1:50 a.m.
Letters
"and I also know that they have used some of my writing in a promotional way, because I have plenty of positive things to say about Mexico (and I have actually caught them doing it!)." Gringo! This is fabulous! Can you give us an example of where the govt. has used your writing promotionally?— November 1, 2009 1:37 a.m.
Bloggé of the Day: One Degree of Famous
#6: Unbeliever! Ok, I will look for that pic and scan it, put it up in a blog. That's a promise, AG. #7: You're right! It deserves at least a run-on! I'll also throw in that the Bar de New York was on Montmartre, and I'm just glad it was downhill to my apartment after evenings there of red wine and song :)— November 1, 2009 1:37 a.m.
An Almost Existential Love And Valuing
Like my in-depth analysis?! More where that came from, schweethart! :)— November 1, 2009 1:31 a.m.
Fare Thee Well, Sweet October, With Your Pumpkins, Brisk Days, And Costumed Ne'erdowells!
annnndd what did it cost SD to eat that 50 grand?!!! :(— November 1, 2009 1:30 a.m.
Fare Thee Well, Sweet October, With Your Pumpkins, Brisk Days, And Costumed Ne'erdowells!
Wow, I'm entering the past, via Reader comment boxes. Yikes! Maybe now I can go back and NOT eat the 100 Grand...— November 1, 2009 1:28 a.m.
Fare Thee Well, Sweet October, With Your Pumpkins, Brisk Days, And Costumed Ne'erdowells!
Wow! Something bizarre just happened, Cuddle. My "woe is me 2" statement just turned up as #17, BEFORE my "woe is me 1." It is indeed a night of hauntings!— November 1, 2009 1:27 a.m.
Fare Thee Well, Sweet October, With Your Pumpkins, Brisk Days, And Costumed Ne'erdowells!
I'm an idjit. Ate the rest of it! You just can't indulge in luscious caramel, krispies, and smooth milk chocolate when you're on a pea soup diet! Woooooe is me. Tell me a story!— November 1, 2009 1:26 a.m.
An Almost Existential Love And Valuing
Me too, nan, but House the show is often soooo badly written--see for example the recent two-hour season opener. Sorry, Pike, but I'm a goin' there. I liked Fry and Laurie better as Jeeves & Wooster.— November 1, 2009 12:06 a.m.