Ray and I were in Ruby heading back to Sister #2’s house, when he reached over and grabbed Kathleen Turner Overdrive from the cupholder between our seats. “There’s a song I just need to hear,” he said. “What?” I asked. “You’ll see.” His non-iPod-owning fingers fumbled around the dials. “Okay, okay. Here it is.” I held my breath, eager to see what he had plucked out of KTO. From Ruby’s speakers came a few drum beats. I started to sing….
If Hemingway were still alive he’d be making up subject lines for Spam
I’m in the midst of suffering through Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls. I’ve often proclaimed quite vehemently that I dislike Hemingway. Most of this was based on whatever the hell Mrs. Vold made me read in 11th grade English class. I can’t even remember what we read, I do remember that I hated it. I also hated Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine though I cannot remember why. Since RP2006 involved reading ‘the classics’ I thought I’d give ol’ Ernie another…
As God is my witness none of my customers will ever have to ‘take it to the next level’ again
I’m doing a bit of writing today here at work. It’s surprising because I thought my title had officially changed from copywriter to meeting-attender. But alas I’ve had a bit of a reprieve and now I’m doing battle with the cliches that jump so easily from my fingers it’s frightening. I remember telling the Artguy once that every time i typed the phrase “and more!” a little bit of my soul died. Now what’s left of my swiss-cheese soul is…
Gird thy loins, the vibe’s coming back
Internet prepare thyselves, I just purchased tickets for the Basilica Block Party and that means come that first week in July the Make Sweet Sweet Love to Me Vibe™ will be going whole hog. You might want to rig up some sort of aluminum foil covering for your junk lest the vibe take hold of you and you find yourself journeying to a huge church in Minneapolis and vying for a chance to, well, make love to me. In other…
If you’re looking for me, I’ll be the one humping the silver book
I ran out of work today like my hair was on fire, and it had nothing to do with the backtobacktobacktoback meetings. It had everything to do with the new Douglas Coupland book, Jpod, which landed on my doorstep today. (incidentally, Coupland is the super-famous author who HUGGED ME. I am so excited to crack it open that I can hardly breathe. So if I’m noticably absent from life, you know where I am. . . humping the silver book.
This is what happens when you don’t ply me with gifts
My server goes beserk and you have to live in a world without iwilldare.com. See? That’s not so fun, is it. Is it? So you’d better get to buying me some gifts or something. My super-special birthday, which is 06.06.06, is in less than 3 weeks. time’s a-wastin’.