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Posts under ‘Writing’
Housekeeping
The trouble with having a blog is that it gets to be a garden that needs maintenance. The blogger has to fill the roles of plant, soil, shovel, etc. Anyone who has read far back enough knows I’m no good at that manual labor stuff, especially when it involves dirt. Even when it’s completely metaphorical labor involving completely metaphorical dirt.
Six Flags amusement douche
When my aunt repeated for the fourth time that riding that one water park ride was like getting an enema and thorough douching at once, I realized I haven’t written in a while.
Catch-up
I write this blog in a most delinquent fashion, and most people who read and actually know me like to tell me this. Especially women who breastfed me. If the blog comes up, my mom loves to pointedly mention that she no longer reads. She says this like one might say, “I quit smoking,” when offered a light. Almost arrogantly.
Adventures being elsewhere
I chuckled when I saw this puzzling writing gig on Craigslist:
I am in need of a transgendered proofreader capable of editing a novel over the next six months. English must be your native tongue and you should be specifically good with spotting where commas go because my computer’s comma key is broken. In my estimation the work will take you 4-5 hours per week. You can do it at home or I have a kitchen. Pay commensurate with experience. You will need to sign a traditional non-disclosure form about the book’s plot and me. The book is about a Spanish boy and his adventures being elsewhere.
Regarded as borderline retarded - how poetic!
I saw this ad on Craigslist last week. This person is certainly not the sharpest blade in the draw (sic) or crayon in the box, but the third sentence made me laugh out loud:
Tomorrow’s a big day
1. I’ll be escorting a group of students on a field trip, which may or may not be the bane of my existence.
Warning: Blogs could be all hearsay
I found the excerpt below during my recent online identity search. I don’t know the person who wrote it, but I believe she may be writing for a college course. Don’t confuse these words (or spelling or grammar) for my own. This is by a person called meggiman, a name suspiciously close to my nickname for my sister. (She assures me it is not her):
Small victories
I’m trying to quickly put together the end of my photography lesson for tomorrow before taking a shower and curling up with Dito Montiel’s A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints, but I have to share the good news:
