Buckling down
So, yes, this little poet finally did it. I buckled down and worked out a system for sending out submissions. I have at least 10 pregnant little envelopes on their way to get shredded to bits by some nasty mo-fo of an editor. But its all good. My friends from UNH kept a wall of rejection from every grad school or job they gor denied from. I think its kinda a weird motivator. Like you want to prove it wrong. So, I just really want to get published. I have very little ego when it comes to my creative work, but I just really want to share it. One of the RAs that puts together a news letter for the arts living community asked for some of my work for it. And you'd think that Hayden Carruth himself had asked for a copy, I was that flattered.
Cowboy Boots
I have never talked about one pair of footwear as much as I have these in my whole life. Seriously, if I could wear them every day I would. They are that exciting and they make great clomping noises and you just feel like you have a lively swagger with them on. I highly recommend them.
Green Earth toilet paper
You'd think that recycled (not from other toliet paper, but from other paper... duh) TP would be scratchy and bark like. Oh no. it's even quilted. Oh yes, now my bum can be eco-conscious too!
Joss Whedon commentaries on any of his shows
I was feeling a little low, and needed a comforting geeky voice to make me smile. Well, I just turned to my own little idol, Joss. He has this slight little lisp that bleeds the geek he is into what he is saying. He goes off on tangents and love his actors so much. He really uses them to their best abilities. He really is quite brilliant. He creates well-crafted pieces of art out of TELEVISION shows. To me, he made me love good TV again.
Six Feet Under, end of season four
And speaking of good TV... What the fuck?! I need season five RIGHT now. I don't know how long I can hold out. The tension waiting for it is going to be unbearable. But waiting makes it that much sweeter. I just hate to see it end. It makes me Book 7 sad.
Monday, October 24, 2005
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