The Junk Food of Writing

Friday, July 28, 2006

Listen up.

This is an announcement to those who like to raise their hand in the air, open their palm towards the person they are facing, and say "High five!":

Please don't do this to me. I have faced (false) accusations of racism and snobbery due to this silly, silly tradition.

In other news, I have discovered a small stage in the banquet room at the country club where I work. I am currently rounding up the 'Bamm Hollow players' and forcing them to perform an adaptation of Beckett/McCarthy's "Waiting for Godot, Our Waiter."

The startling success of that production will become my greatest accomplishment at work so far this summer -- usurping the time when I dryly convinced a coworker that I am into sadomasochism.

Ta ta.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

I missed out on a Kodak moment.

I spilled some milk at work today and the splash took the form of John Merrick (the elephant man) licking a lollipop.