Sitemeter has turned me into the poor man's Harriet M. Welsch. I am curious as to who these Canadians are. Mads, have your relocated to Vancouver or is Doug C. finally reading my blog? And S. Bodo Can o' Corn, are you reppin' 'cuz there's some frequent visitor from cuny. Or is that Lex? Speak up, my Smithly bitches!
Man, I've become one hell of a bitch to volunteer coordination. It's a thankless job, like cat wrangling. No one but this crazy bitch Mo will wrangle cats. I lack the charisma, the fame, and the giant rack that would coerce my fellow improvisers/bitches of the ladycollege to do work for free, so how I keep landing these jobs is beyond me. This would be a good position for a stripper. Strippers can get people to do anything.
Today I learned that Carson McCullers had jack o' lantern teeth on the bottom, but straight teeth on top. I spent my afternoon looking at her photo archive at Harry's. I was somewhat envious of her fashion sense, or lack thereof. I briefly considered starting to dress like her, in that grubby yet classy midcentury bulldagger look, with the wide-legged slacks and the white men's shirts. Carson also wore socks. Being tall and stately, I could pull it off, but I'd have to wear a truckload of jewelry and I'm not really up for that. Plus, it's hot here.
I am between novels. Like being between boyfriends, this involves not being able to let go of the past novel (relationship) and avoiding commitment to the next boyfriend (novel). I would like some reassurance that the PoE 2.0 is good enough to send out into the big bad world (read: NYC) and onto Borders Emerging Voices bookshelf next to all those clean-cut MFA kids.
HELLO CAP METRO BUS DRIVER. You were really f-ing up today. You overshot my stop and you almost plowed into a City of Austin Water truck near my house. And you screwed up the construction detour on Speedway. I am not mad at you but I wish you could better serve your community as a guardian of public safety. I know your job is difficult and that people probably get on your nerves and even vomit or urinate on your bus or threaten you with home-forged weaponry. I respect you, but please try not to crash the bus.
SINGER-SONGWRITER AT POTBELLY. You are talented. I hope you get a better gig soon. Playing for lunchy people eating sandwiches on the Drag seems to be thankless, but I'm glad they have you playing music instead of Sirius Satellite Radio set to the booty-shaking channel.
Posted by Zerd at August 7, 2007 04:54 PMHey Mo. MaryEllen here from NYC - met during FXFW. Had asked Peter R. how you were & he pointed me here. Hope all is well. Looking forward to more posts and that novel extraordinaire.
[Note: RSS feeds are evil. HAVE to get my AM dose of lolcats, but try to check out LMMD regularly. Your posts are great. Even The SUN says, 'LMMD is fun for the whole family'. But then again their idea of fam fun is ... ermm.. questionable.]
"An F2 tornado in Brooklyn. Oh, please. In Kansas, they sneeze harder than that."
Glad to have you aboard, Mary Ellen! F2 tornado? I used to live in Prospect Heights, back in '99-'00. A tornado would clean the chicken bones off the street at least.
Posted by: Mo at August 9, 2007 01:46 PM