All better now.

Back to the symbolic kind of killing: slaying the dragons of commerce, offing the goblins in my psyche.

Publicity, office work, manuscript for the book.

Let's be careful out there, boys and girls: it's a scary world.

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I could accomplish what needs to be done with my bare hands.

But I won't, so there's that.

Goonight.

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Or am I sad because I'm angry?

Something inside me is tangled up. And I won't be able to write decent male characters until it's straightened out. After that, it could go either way.
Attila the Hub: "can't you just write female characters and give 'em male names?"

We're all confused down here, by the way. Does someone have a flashlight? (If you turn that into a dirty joke I will kick your teeth in.)

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"So I got together with my nephew for lunch."

"The skinny, quiet kid who used to roadie for us?"

"Well, he's not nearly so skinny, and he's a lot less quiet these days. Everything was 'fuck' this, and 'pussy' that."

"So you guys had a lot to talk about?"

He pauses for a moment. "Yes. Yes, we did."

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minding my own business, when Attila the Hub passes by.

"We need to talk about a few things," he tells me, in that tone of voice that suggests we're about to have a heavy conversation. I look up, and see that he's carrying a machete.

I nod at him. "You know, there's a time when every married person has to decide how he or she looks in orange," I remark. "I don't think you do."

"Well, then I guess I'll give this to the gardener after all."

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1 only somewhat completely unrelated. are your trackbacks broken?

Posted by: tommy at August 22, 2006 08:07 AM (gsgxC)

2 If you look good in orange?

Posted by: Darrell at August 22, 2006 09:16 AM (lMo4l)

3 Hey - I like orange!!

Posted by: Greta at August 23, 2006 11:19 AM (Cbtbf)

4 But those prison jumpsuits are cut SO BADLY! Not flattering AT ALL.

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When I was a child I always envied the kids whose families had side-by-side refrigerators: they were upper middle-class. Charmed kids who had lots of toys. (Later, they were charmed kids who got piano lessons and cars, and access to darkrooms. Now they are the kids with trust funds.)

I just swapped my 1970s side-by-side for a four-year-old Whirlpool from my father's lab. From his POV, it was a mercy swap.

Now he's cleaning out mold, meat juice, and hyper-bacterial icky stuff. I'm cleaning out dyes and perfumes, which at this moment strikes me as worse.

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Fun, fun, fun.

We get to move my father's three-year-old refrigerator over here, and then move my 30-year-old fridge back to my father's lab.

It'll take most of the day, but I'll get a better refrigerator, without spending much money.

I guess I should shower before I get dressed. I wonder if there's any point to that . . .

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Which is good. The phenomenon of "happy clients" is wonderful; after "happy clients" comes "clients who pay invoices on time."

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Check out my blogroll. (And send me a note if you run across a dead link. I don't prune it often enough, I'm afraid.)

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. . . are starting to tire of hearing me alternate between The Essential Alice Cooper and Queen II.

I suspect they are conspiring with the household across the street, taking up a collection to get me another album. And I'd like to make a suggestion.

If not, fine: All the young girls love Alice.

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. . . decide to teach my sister-in-law to play blackjack. I'm not good at it and don't care to admit this, so I watch from the sidelines. They are at the dining table, betting Monopoly money. Youngest person: the nine-year-old, Ray. Oldest person: my stepmother.

At one point my sister-in-law tells her son Ray that he has to stop betting so aggressively, or he'll run out of money and will have to stop playing. I drop by the bank, pull $50 out in fake money, and hand it to the kid. "Thank you," he says.

Breeding shows.

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my nephew tells me. "Even though it has lots of swear words in it."

"Swear words? Like what?" I ask.

"Like faggot," he responds.

"Faggot isn't always bad," I explain. "It usually is, but sometimes the speaker is just talking about something that's on fire. Especially if they're English—then it might just be a cigarette."

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1 Did you ever watch Arrested Development? English guy to his gf: Whenever I get lonely, I'll put a fag in my mouth and think of you. (cigarette )

Posted by: Kevin at August 06, 2006 01:40 AM (++0ve)

2 Hmmm. When you light a cigarette in England, does that qualify as a "flaming fag"? Just curious.

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He has a lot of energy, and talks very fast. He's very good at ducking when I point the camera in his direction. Early on, he decides he wants me to give him wine, which I won't do. "It isn't up to me," I explain. When he attempts to sneak a sip from my wine glass I gently take it back and tell him softly to get in touch with me when he's 16.

"Why?" he asks.

"No reason," I reply. "And I didn't say that, either."

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The twelve-year-old is well-behaved, but aloof. When I ask him questions, he says, "do you want the sarcastic answer, or the non-sarcastic answer?" He appears to struggle between his upbringing and his preteen inclination to smart-assedness.

"Don't worry about me," I tell him. "I'll let you know if you cross the line."

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It can really turn on a dime.

I'm still broke—which is annoying, and all that—but in almost every other category things are really going my way.

Which is sobering and scary. It means I have a lot to lose. I may need to act accordingly.

Double criticism groups again this week: tonight, and tomorrow night. Wish me luck.

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