I just got a call from my sister’s (close enough to) father-in-law. He has a copy of pseudophakia and was just calling to say that he’s just pleased as punch to have someone with such “talent” in the family.
It’s silly, but that was a fun call to get.
He really wanted to doublecheck the pronunciation so he can tell their friends. I have a PR machine!
Adding gravy to biscuit?
Adding hot fudge to ice cream?
Adding extra cheese to pizza?
Why are all of my examples food?
I fell through the stair the other day opening the basement door for gas meter dude. And after I fixed the stair, I was cynically sure GMD wouldn’t show.
But he apparently did, for suddenly I have a $106 credit with Columbia Gas.
If they had just listened to me in the first place, I wouldn’t have a giant bruise on my knee and GMD wouldn’t have had to get snarled at by barky barky neighbor dog. That’ll learn ya.
So, tomorrow pretty much has to suck in order to balance out the niceness of today, huh? Yeah. I’ll be keeping my head down.
My raise that I initially turned down, then accepted, has now been more than doubled.
It ain’t good livin’ that brought me this good fortune, and I’m rarely lucky. So I think it must be the kind thoughts wafting in from the blogcaves. Either that or the nekkid pictures of my boss…
In any case, perhaps this will ease my healthcare billing woes.
Still knocking on that wooden pate.
School’s out for the summer. The stitches are out of Steve’s wrist.
No more doctors? No more pills?
No more surgery for ills?
I am knocking on my noggin for luck.
Check out Shanna Compton’s blog about DIY publishing.
I’m a big fan of do-it-yourselfing in poetry publishing, and after seeing the results from Lulu, I’m an even bigger fan.
If you were considering doing it, do it!
Rose Kelleher had kind words to say about pseudophakia on the Lulu page. And I didn’t bribe her or nuffink!
Rose is a no-nonsense poet, and always a breath of fresh air whereever she may roam, so this feels good.
The Indians announcer just said, “Shin-Shoo Choo.” Ha!
Because it only took me two tries to fix my stairs, despite there being rot in my stringer! Rot! In my stringer! A stringer full o’ rot!
I can come to your house and fix it. I am a wizard.
21 Stars Review has its first issue out. On their submission page:
Simultaneous submissions are encouraged, as what’s not right for us may be right for someone else; we don’t want to be responsible for impeding the process for you. Just let us know if you get good news from somebody else.
I love that sentiment, and hope to see more of it.
The journal is very attractive, and was brought to my attention by one of its original contributors: Mandy Laughtland of Teeny Tiny.
… you’ve read recently? Links where possible!