I’ve written more blog posts and comments in the last 24 hours than I have in the whole of last month, I think. Of course, the quality of some of those posts is debateable.
But I’ve learned a lot about myself today.
- Insomnia makes me sound stupid.
- Jason still reads my blog, even though I criticised Orson Scott Card.
- Casey thinks I’m not funny anymore.
- Casey ever thought I was funny in the first place.
- I have enough potato salad to feed an army.
- My husband actually likes it when I say he’s attractive. Who knew?
- Other people like Harold Ramis.
- No matter how much I love Warren Zevon, it totally sucks to have “Things To Do In Denver (When You’re Dead” running through you’re head. I think I’ve repeated “I’ve got this weird idea in my head” about five thousand times in the last three hours.
- It just struck me that I’ll actually be in Denver in two weeks. I hope this isn’t an omen of sorts.
- It’s a bad idea to add a character to a novel you’ve already made it most the way through. Even if the character and her backstory are both good.
- My dream about being in an unrequited love affair with a man whose head was made out of delicious chocolate cake weirds a lot of people out. Especially the part where I broke down and ate his chin.
- My husband told people he works with about that dream.
- I’m so desperate to avoid actual work that I will rewatch the Kid Rock video. Twice.
Oh no, I think you were and are quite funny! You had just been writing so many serious posts that gave me no opportunity to photoshop Harold Ramis’ head onto your husband’s body.
As a fellow Zevon fan (wouldn’t wash my hand for a few days after he shook it), I know there are worse songs to have stuck in your head. Here’s a test of how hardcore you really are:
“Oh today I shot Ramona. She ain’t gonna cheat on me.”
Just so you don’t insult Ayn Rand.
Here’s a test of how hardcore you really are:
You’re gonna have to do better than dragging up WDOA on me.
A Bullet For Ramona is a kickass song, but Tule’s Blues is still my favourite from that album.
Which makes me a lightweight, I know. All the girls love Tule’s Blues.
Just so you don’t insult Ayn Rand.
Now why on earth would I do that? She’s a good writer.