We were at Grumpy’s, because of course we were. All my stories that don’t start with “I woke up from a nap” start with “We were at Grumpy’s.” It was fitting because I was grumpy…
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This is what happens when you are boring
Last night I ventured forth from the hidey hole known as Supergenius HQ and appeared in public. It was a very special occasion, the launch party for Dylan Hicks’ novel Boarded Windows. As you may…
Resolutions, now with footnotes!
First of all, remember how I forgot my favorite water bottle on the table at Grumpy’s and was all woe is me? I got it back! There was much rejoicing at writing group last night…
One thing about the last night of class
I only mentioned David Foster Wallace once. Seriously. Hanging out with The Teacher and four other writers at Grumpy’s and he only came up once. Granted that once was a five-minute mini-lecture delivered in breathless…
Two examples that demonstrate I’ve surrounded myself with my kind of people
Example 1 at the hair salon: “You take good care of your hair,” Jenny, the haircutting waif said. “It’s really healthy.” “That’s probably because I never wash it,” I said. “That’s so awesome,” she said….
A moral failing on my part
Some of the heartiest of Minnesotans might thing it was a moral failing on my part to take off virtually an entire week because of a cold. Those people can blow me. There is nothing…
Reborn from a congealed puddle of tator tot grease
My throat hurt as I drove away from Grumpy’s at an entirely too late hour of the night. It was from screaming about how sexist Twilight is. Peabo’s voice probably doesn’t hurt because she’s all…
A partial list of famous authors I dissed last night at Grumpy’s much to the chagrin of some classmates
Alice Munro: She’s a big dull dud, her stories are slow and boring. In her defense Kurt said her sentences sparkle, I said I must have fell asleep before that happened. Jhumpa Lahiri: Too controlled,…
High-falutin’ talk about art and artists
Last night at Grumpy’s, Jags, No Nickname Amanda, and I had a conversation about Art, Artists, and whether you can go on enjoying the art if you find out something really gross about the artist….
Here is how it is
One day you’re leaping from bed at 11:37 on a Thursday barely-morning because you’re supposed to meet someone for lunch at noon and the next thing you know it’s Friday. And it’s May. In between…