I just counted my pens. 87. I have 87 pens. Didn’t even count the pencils. I really should buy stock in Bic. Read More →
I’ve been told that I seem to attract the weirdest people in the world. I don’t necessarily think that’s true, but I do tend to come across the most unusual folks and have the oddest encounters of anyone I know. Here’s one for you all. A work of total non-fiction, coming up! ________________________________________________ I was at Books-A-Million, buying a few writing magazines. Ventured to the check-out line, and waited for the lady in front of me to finish up. Early... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine sent me this story, and it has absolutely infuriated me: ‘Pro-Life’ Drugstores Market Beliefs When DMC Pharmacy opens this summer on Route 50 in Chantilly, the shelves will be stocked with allergy remedies, pain relievers, antiseptic ointments and almost everything else sold in any drugstore. But anyone who wants condoms, birth control pills or the Plan B emergency contraceptive will be turned away. That’s because the drugstore, located in a typical shopping... Continue Reading →
When they outsmarted this guy: “I did it, I did it, oh yeah yeah yeah!” Yay! Did the interview today. Lo and behold, it was actually fun. The fellow I spoke with is an incredibly nice guy, even though he isn’t the one I remembered from our old gym. The one I remembered couldn’t be there, as they had some business something-or-other pop up. So, whew. Maybe I can get over this fear of interviewing by, oh I don’t know, actually doing more interviews? hehe .... Continue Reading →
I have discovered that I am a silly pants. All the hesitation about calling to schedule the interviews I need, and it turns out I once taught yoga to the fellows I’m interviewing! So he got a bit of a laugh at my “professional” persona. hehehe Today is vet day for the puppers. He’s not sick, but he needs a check-up for his bladder condition, his annual worms test, and to hopefully be given something that will make his skin less itchy. Poor little guy is constantly gnawing... Continue Reading →
So, I think it’s high time I stop insisting on something witty, funny, or even remotely interesting to pop into my head before I’ll post here. Let’s face it, I’m just not that intriguing at all times. Maybe I shouldn’t confess to that, but I figure you’ve figured it out by now, anyway Today has been spent in a welter of domesticated scut work. Laundry, grocery shopping, and pet-tending. Fun fun fun! Luckily, I did get more work on my upcoming article completed,... Continue Reading →
I’m here, I am! I’ve not disappeared into the ether just yet. If only I could grab a few hours of sleep, I think my head might just spin around into its proper position, so that I may continue forward. For now, however, I am thoroughly enjoying my new musical crush, Jonathan Coulton. My buddy-buddy Sarah-the-painterbug posted “Skullcrush Mountain” on her art blog, I watched it, and immediately became enthralled with the giggles this fellow brought out of me Aaaaand, since... Continue Reading →
My adoration of J.K. Rowling continues . . . From MSNBC.com’s “Wild About Harry” files: An 800-word Harry Potter prequel is one of 13 card-sized works to be sold at a charity auction in the British capital. Waterstone’s Booksellers Ltd. says the cream-colored A5 papers — each slightly bigger than a postcard — were distributed to 13 authors and illustrators, including the boy wizard’s creator J.K. Rowling, Nobel Prize winner Doris Lessing, novelist Margaret... Continue Reading →
Scheduling interviews is absolutely nerve-wracking. You can write down every single thing you want to say, but then that leaves you sounding like a recorded message. Not a good thing when you’re actually speaking to the person. You can wing it, and wind up with fifteen hundred “Uh”s and “Um”s peppered throughout your conversation. Neither option conveys the impression that you are, in fact, a very good writer with a very legitimate reason for interviewing people. I have... Continue Reading →
I swear, I think the Sandman deliberately picks on writers, artists, and other creatively odd types. When I worked at a nuclear plant, rarely did I hear the roughnecks bemoaning their pitifully few hours of sleep. Nor did I hear very many CEOs mentioning their need to run to the drugstore on the way home, to pick up sleep-medicine. Sure, I heard them (and plenty of other folks in my different jobs) complain that they didn’t get enough sleep, or that they stayed up too late watching television... Continue Reading →
