how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
It's...omnibus whateverday!
Do you ever have a journal entry written and then you hit the wrong button and bad things happen like the disappearance of your journal entry? That is a very sucky thing to have happen to a very nice person such as myself, I do believe.
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Clues for the four unanswered questions:
4) This statement has only been true the past ten years.
11) The O. D. is a hyphenate.
12) Replacing 9 with 5 would also yield a true statement.
17) One of moM's guesses had one word right.
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Without writing anything substantial new and without yet including any of my haikus, I am now at 36 pages in my book comma, out of a hoping-to-get 150. On my to-do list:
* Come up with an ending for "Never Underestimate a Polar Bear."
* Write a few more poems about vegetables and/or spirituality (explanation to come).
* Write a short play or three.
* Write my punctuation reviews.
* Figure out what to do with the 2000 words that I wrote starting my other novel that no one except me has ever seen because it's crap.
* Oh, and also write a short musical. And some more short humorous pieces. And some more Deus ex machina bits. Etc.
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Once every couple months, by accident, PBS shows quality programming. Last night, our PBS station was kind enough to broadcast "Stage on Screen: Beckett on Film," which is notable because it shows the six-minute experimental David Mamet short "Catastrophe," starring R. Pidgeon; "Catastrophe" has now beaten out "The Heart of the World" as the favorite short film I've seen this year. The Mamet is at the very beginning of the program, and about 40 minutes in is Anthony Minghella's "Play," which is stranger and nearly as powerful. See it. And record it for me.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.