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Nov. 29th, 2004 11:06 pmSomething I realized while watching commercials for the latest ESPN biographical original TV movie -- Barry Pepper is normally a very good-looking man, but it's terrifying how much he looks like Dale Earnhardt, Sr. with a bad haircut and a gigantic dead weasel fake mustache on his face.
I was looking over The Monsters of Minooka today since I haven't touched it in almost a month, and I'd just like to say that it's totally wrong that my brain is like, "Yay! Let's write two thousand words a day on this like we were doing with the last story!" Then again, it's mostly just wrong because I don't have enough writing time in my life to make my brain happy. Urgh. (Dear Jambi the Genie, I'm sick of asking God for stuff since he's too busy giving football players touchdowns to give me anything I ask for. So if it's not too much trouble, Jambi, I'd really like it if you'd give somebody who likes me enough to sponsor my writing career a kajillion dollars. You don't have to give it to me, though, because if I can screw up the income I've had the last few years, I can sure as hell fuck up having a kajillion dollars. Thanks a lot. Mekka lekka hi, mekka hinny ho, and I'll be sure to buy you a very nice hat for Christmas.)
EDIT: So I already knew before this morning that the "Twelve" in Ocean's Twelve was Julia Roberts's character, and that the scene that they keep showing in the trailer and in interviews with Julia Roberts and Matt Damon in the back of a limo is Matt Damon's character breaking it to her that they need her to be in on the con and that they need her to pretend to be Julia Roberts. (Which, hey, I love meta, so hee. :)) But it was still kind of funny this morning on one of the talk shows (can't remember which) where they cut away from the scene before Matt Damon says it (like usual, 'cause it's the big secret), but not before he tells her to get changed and hands her a hat, some sunglasses, a dress and a really big pillow. *snerk*
I was looking over The Monsters of Minooka today since I haven't touched it in almost a month, and I'd just like to say that it's totally wrong that my brain is like, "Yay! Let's write two thousand words a day on this like we were doing with the last story!" Then again, it's mostly just wrong because I don't have enough writing time in my life to make my brain happy. Urgh. (Dear Jambi the Genie, I'm sick of asking God for stuff since he's too busy giving football players touchdowns to give me anything I ask for. So if it's not too much trouble, Jambi, I'd really like it if you'd give somebody who likes me enough to sponsor my writing career a kajillion dollars. You don't have to give it to me, though, because if I can screw up the income I've had the last few years, I can sure as hell fuck up having a kajillion dollars. Thanks a lot. Mekka lekka hi, mekka hinny ho, and I'll be sure to buy you a very nice hat for Christmas.)
EDIT: So I already knew before this morning that the "Twelve" in Ocean's Twelve was Julia Roberts's character, and that the scene that they keep showing in the trailer and in interviews with Julia Roberts and Matt Damon in the back of a limo is Matt Damon's character breaking it to her that they need her to be in on the con and that they need her to pretend to be Julia Roberts. (Which, hey, I love meta, so hee. :)) But it was still kind of funny this morning on one of the talk shows (can't remember which) where they cut away from the scene before Matt Damon says it (like usual, 'cause it's the big secret), but not before he tells her to get changed and hands her a hat, some sunglasses, a dress and a really big pillow. *snerk*
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Date: 2004-11-29 08:44 pm (UTC)Are we going to get to see The Monsters of Minooka and The Walking Dead of Wilkes-Barre any time soon, or do we have to wait until a publisher removes his head from his rectal cavity and gives you a contract?
I ask not just because I am dying to read these books but also because my own Crap Nano is finally done (barring several months of editing) and I am dying to show it to teh intarweb, but do not wish to fuck myself out of potential publishing happiness in the distant future.
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Date: 2004-11-29 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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