Steve as a kid. I defy you to top that.
Monthly Archives: January 2008
Anti- is up, with a poem by Gary L McDowell
I’m a fan of Gary L McDowell, and this poem cements my fandom.
I haven’t had a chance to look at the rest of Anti-. I saw McDowell’s name and had to read that one first.
I can post, but can’t comment
For the past few weeks I’ve been having a devil of a time commenting on posts with Blogger, even here on my own blog. Please don’t think I’m ignoring you!
You’d think fame and brilliance would fix it
Cruising around on YouTube I found this video for the Alison Krauss-Robert Plant collaborative album “Raising Sand.” The remarkable part? Robert Plant talks about how intimidated he was, saying that he is used to hiding behind a microphone.
It’s funny. In the back of my head, I guess I assumed that after a certain point nothing would phase you any longer, that you’d become immune to intimidation, at least in your field.
But Robert Plant is just a guy with a great voice and a lot of history. He’s not Superman.
It’s depressing. There isn’t really a rainbow with a pot of self-assurance at the end of it, a pot of contentment. There’s always doubt.
Damn.
Such a diversity of opinion!
I haven’t been doing much workshopping and decided to try “Sometimes the nitro works” at Gaz and the Round-Up. Very mixed, interestingly mixed, reviews.
At some point, workshopping really becomes seeing what reactions you get and if you can live with them!
New "Hard to Say" with William Stobb
William has started doing more episodes of “Hard to Say.” Check out the latest.
Apologies for the self-pity
And thanks to all for the kind words.
I just need more realistic expectations. I’ll get them, eventually.
Could I be in a worse mood? I dunno. Try me!
See? This is what happens when I get confident. I feel good. Life is going just fine. We start making plans. Then Steve is gasping for air and taking nitroglycerin and I want to put my head between my knees to just lie down on the floor somewhere in a blind panic. Yeah, panic makes me lie down. I’m awfully good in a crisis. Nerves of pudding, me.
He’s okay, but I’m back to feeling like the rug under my feet has two big, hairy hands gripping one end.
I don’t get to have a normal life. I miss what I’ve never had.
Aliens have invaded my brain
You have to understand. I’m not a home project sort of person. I’m not a remodeler.
Yet I’m thinking about putting in a new kitchen, laundry room, and downstairs bath. My god. I’ve been infested or something.
Someone help meeeeee!
I was thirsty and wanted a drink
So I drank a beer.
I now feel like I could sleep for days. Eek.
Jacobs Field has been renamed Progressive Field. From the way Clevelanders are moaning, you’d think it was Enema Park or Monistat Stadium.
I am here, by the way. I just don’t seem to have anything to say.
Steve is scorching something in the kitchen.
I did hang the pan thing.
I didn’t buy a banjo, though I still might.
Now my blogging has worn me out and I need a lie-down.