I followed my father down the hill because I liked the terrier, which was a sweet old yellow thing, and because I thought Rene might be sad. I thought it would be nice for him to have a friend there in case he was. Even at that young age I turned to my friends in sadness before anyone else, and I figured it was the same for everyone, and would almost certainly be the case for boys with evil mothers.
Another polite rejection. Some people said they weren’t sure what I was talking about in the last post, about McSweeney’s and Lists and what not, so here is a short explanation: McSweeney’s is hard to describe because they publish many types of writing, from fiction to poems (sestinas, mainly) to Open Letters to Recipients Not …
Got this back on the Rejection Express today. I think I’m just not getting the tone quite right, even though I think the lists I’m submitting are funny at an appropriately advanced level. Failed Massively Multiplayer Roleplaying Games By Josh Berthume Rappers of the Caribbean – Errrbody on the Boat Gettin’ Scurrrvy Bob Saget’s Entourage …
Joe: You can’t have an overabundance of earthquakes. One is too much.
One earthquake is an overabundance.
1:07 PM me: But they are tiny adorable earthquakes!
Joe: And earthquakes don’t abound.
I don’t think you can have an overabundance of anything that isn’t a physical thing.
Can you have a surfeit of wind?
ANSWER ME THAT MOTHERFUCKER
(The last in a series I did for Quorum Report in January.) On Wednesday we turned south and headed for Georgia. When we were planning our trip we figured that if we were driving all the way to Washington, we should not come straight back if we did not have to. I wanted a different …
After a long time on the road we finally reached Ashburn, Virginia on Monday afternoon. We had made lunch plans with our friends who flew in from Texas and would be staying with us during the inauguration, but that was before being waylaid by weather in Wytheville, Virginia. What happened instead was that they made …
His generational self-awareness was an odd dichotomy: a young man, well-read and cognizant of current events, aware of what is expected of people his age and content to deliver no more than that with notes of a detached, disaffected regret.