Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Shazam!
I am such a tease, am I not? To tempt you nice bloggy readers with a photo of myself in a hebrew cartoon shirt and then not to give you the goods. Well wait no longer, fair blogsylvania. Here I am wearing the shazam shirt. I’ve saved the rest of the people in the photo the indignity of appearing with me. And for the technically sophisticated among you, this is a cropped portion of a much-enlarged digital photo of a 4x4 snapshot. What appears to be a gentle snowfall is my crappy desklamp shining on the matte finish. You want a nice photo, go back down to “5 FT.“ I can’t get that one out of my head.
and Furthermore, in honor of Jules, who’s writing some great stuff these days and is generally cool and wonderful anyway, and who recently entertained us all with a few snippets from her notepad: Here are a few snippets from my notepad!
Movie idea: tragic story of maladjusted but beautiful pharmacy college graduate who turns her mysterious powers on her cruel classmates - ApotheCarrie. Don’t miss the incredible robitussin-dumping climax!
Character in search of a story, literally cruising the keyboard looking for a ride: Colin Backslash.
Who’s that stinky old fruit?
That stinky old fruit just happens to be the first prime minister of Israel!
Incredible! That’s David ben Durian?
Revealer of typographic mysteries: The Man from U.N.C.I.A.L.
These are literally the sorts of notions that pollute my otherwise reliable mental functioning. I’ve got all kinds of stories socked away too, but I don’t know, I’m feeling nonlinear right now. Maybe I can pick up the trail of productive behavior now that these poisonous ideas have been voided from my delicate brainpan. We can only hope.

