12 May
I swear, baby, if it doesn't stop raining soon, I'm taking hostages.
Yesterday was the twelfth straight day of rain in a row. Today will be the thirteenth straight day of rain, I have accepted that fact with quiet dignity and grace. Or as much as I can muster.
If, however, tomorrow is the fourteenth straight day of rain, I will snap and probably kill Al Roker or something, because clearly the rain gods are demanding a sacrifice.
So last night The Journalist That Must Not Be Named and I went to see this reading called Web Writers in the Flesh in order to see our friend and collegue Terry Baker read.
We got to meet the lovely and talented Jennifer, Terry's better half, who had a quite endearing habit of laughing heartily and sincerely at every word that came out of my mouth. This is a lovely trait in a person. In fact, if I were to list the qualities that a person should have, "thinking I'm hilarious" is pretty much at the top of the list.
There were five or six writer/readers, and without question the best was this fabulous gigantic Norse God fellow named Tyler Thoreson who not only wrote a brilliant piece but read it beautifully (not a universal occurrence that evening, though the writing was pretty terrific across the board).
Terry was right on his heels in terms of all-round excellence, though. He read in this sort of beat poetry fashion that worked beautifully with his writing style. The Journalist said afterwards that it was really interesting to hear him read because it was so different than reading to yourself, but I disagreed. I felt that it was exactly like reading it to myself, because the way he read it is just like I hear it in my head when I read it.
So there!
Of course, that sneaky Journalist That Must Not Be Named raced straight home afterwards to beat both Terry and myself to putting her thoughts on the web! And since we agreed on nearly everything, I had to try very hard to make my entry different than hers, but if you wanna see her faintly identical thoughts, go here.
Beforehand, The Journalist and I grabbed a bit of dinner and discussed That Guy I Like at pretty great length. And she was very stern with me! "Why don't you tell him how you feel? What are you afraid of?"
"Ummm...projectile vomiting on his part, actually!"
I may have a small self-image problem.
After sloshing home in the neverending fucking rainrainrain (have I mentioned that yet?) I went upstairs to grab my mail, and visited with Fran and Molly for awhile.
Molly, who, though it was after 10p, was entirely uninterested in going to sleep, and seemed somewhat amused at her father's efforts to point her in that direction.
At one point, she was sitting on the kitchen floor playing with her Safe 'n' Spin, or whatever it's called. She was pulling the lever and this calming woman's voice would say "Never push or shove" or "Always look both ways before crossing the street".
I said, "Whatever happened to 'The cow says moooo'?" and Fran said "Yeah, now it's 'Don't share needles'!"
And Molly kept pulling that lever and I was laughing, but I couldn't figure out why, and then I realized what it was that that thing reminded me of! A Brave New World!
"I'm happy being a Delta. I wouldn't want to be a boring old Alpha. Betas are dirty!"
One year ago today:
And there was ketchup all over the earpiece!
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