I have gone to school with two members of the lowest rungs of fame:
K-FED! (Tenaya M.S., Fresno, CA) Okay, I missed him by a year. And I'm not sorry about it. And no, there's no way in hell he would have given me the time of day or vice versa. Father of the year, you say? K-Fed is a cousin of my dear friend C. C's family no longer has anything to do with the Feds because they're too trashy for their taste.
MARIO LOPEZ! (C-Juana High, C-Juana, CA, 1991) I didn't know Mario very well, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. I can still see him walking down the hall in his seafoam green silky paisley shirt tucked into ass-enhancing white Z. Cavaricci jeans. He was often called upon to rile up the ladyfolk during school pep rallies.
Mario has been enjoying a bout of renewed fame of late. His agent must be very diligent and hardworking to get him all those beauty pageant hosting gigs. And that nude photo shoot? Is he enjoying a resurgence of popularity among 14-year-olds or something?
I am eavesdropping on a conversation about books here at the T-bird. I love this kind of stuff. If I could spend the rest of my life studying English at some little northeastern college, I'd be in heaven. Of course, society sneers at such excesses. If I wanted to spend the rest of my life shooting Arabs, fine, but reading books is dirty and elitist.
Bob and I paid a visit to the financial planner this morning. It is important to get these duckies in order. I am now a little worried that I will have a tough time finding a job next year, when I hope to make a valiant return to the worky world. I have a two-year gap in my resume in which I did plenty of unpaid work. I helped plan improv festivals and a college reunion, I wrote a novel, I wrote another novel, did a residency, and basically did not sit on my bum. But I did not have a paid job. Perhaps I will easily find decent employment. Perhaps not.
In related news, I have been reading the book DICTIONARIES: The Art and Craft of Lexicography for my upcoming class at UT. It is surprisingly readable and non-dry, at least to me. (If the reading isn't dry, does that mean it is wet?) Huzzah! I'm not suggesting you run out and read this fine textbook, unless you really care about the topic (and why wouldn't you? and while we're at it, is your dictionary old and stale? if it's over 10 years old, shouldn't you update it to a more recent edition? you know, "google" is in the dictionary now!) It contains the first definition of the word shite (from 1780-something). Now that's some interesting shite.
Posted by Zerd at August 7, 2008 04:40 PM