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Thursday, July 26, 2007

Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo

My email seems to be broken.

Also, the comments section on SuperWife's blog seems to be down for repairs, too.

(This is actually sarcasm, just in case you can't figure that out.)

When I'm a successful, semi-famous author, THEN people are going to swarm all over this blog and my wife's blog and I'll have to get a new email address because the old one will be constantly flooded with cards and letters from people I don't even know.

THAT will be cool.

You people should try to beat the rush, I'm thinking.

11 Comments:

At 9:04 AM , Anonymous Always Esteemed Scott said...

cards and letters from people I don't even know.

And offers coming over the phone, don't forget that.
Plus, you'll pine for the days before you were a successful, semi-famous author.
"Things were simpler back then", you'll sigh, as you sit in your first-class seat on your way to yet another 5 star hotel, where you'll be staying while on your book signing tour.

Oh, sure, you'll *seem* happier, but we'll (by "we" I mean your entourage) know that, deep down, you're thining about the old days when you were an unknown author, slaving away in obscurity (but pure! and unsullied by commercial success!) on a web page or three.

 
At 10:54 AM , Blogger The Bunnyman said...

First class or otherwise, I really dislike flying. I mean, I REALLY dislike it. I'm thinking I'm going to be one of those recluses, like J.D. Salinger or Thomas Harris.

Second, if I ever get to the kind of lifestyle you're talking about and you catch me whining about 'the old days' when I was 'pure and unsullied by commercial success', please feel free to beat me until I beg for death.

Third, while I certainly believe that "when my ship comes in, everybody rides" (except, you know, meanies), I hope to God that doesn't manifest itself in reality as 'an entourage'. I'd prefer to think I'll just buy the few friends I have some cool stuff and leave it at that.

 
At 4:45 PM , Anonymous Always Esteemed Scott said...

I'm thinking I'm going to be one of those recluses, like J.D. Salinger or Thomas Harris.

Recluses are cool. I mean, as long as you don't write anything as dreadful as HANNIBAL.
But surely were going to have personal transporters soon right? I mean, we're in the 21st Century for crying out loud! Where's my &#!@! antigravity devices?

Third, while I certainly believe that "when my ship comes in, everybody rides" (except, you know, meanies), I hope to God that doesn't manifest itself in reality as 'an entourage'.

Hmph. *whine* I wanna be in an entourage. Couldn't you just have a little one?

 
At 6:39 PM , Blogger The Bunnyman said...

Recluses are cool. I mean, as long as you don't write anything as dreadful as HANNIBAL.

Harris actually has two stench-fests in a row now, what with HANNIBAL and HANNIBAL RISING. I know Lecter has been berry berry good to him, but I'm thinking he needs to take the spike out of his arm and give us another Will Graham book. Or, you know, something entirely original ::gasp::

But surely were going to have personal transporters soon right?

You won't see me passing my atoms through one of those things. How do you know the Scott that comes out Point B is the same Scott that went in Point A? Maybe it's an exact duplicate of the Point A Scott, with all his memories, who only THINKS he's the first Scott, but the first Scott actually just disintegrated and there is no actual continuity of identity or consciousness from disintegration to reintegration. No, no. I'll walk, thanks.

I mean, we're in the 21st Century for crying out loud! Where's my &#!@! antigravity devices?

The government... or, you know, the Powers That Be behind and above all governments... almost certainly have antigravity at this point. But allowing the hoi polloi to move easily in three dimensions would make it much harder to control us.

Hmph. *whine* I wanna be in an entourage. Couldn't you just have a little one?

No. It's too entouragous.

 
At 1:22 PM , Blogger Rising Rainbow said...

I thought obscurity is what kept authors fresh, involved, grounded, you know the story.

 
At 2:51 PM , Blogger The Bunnyman said...

thought obscurity is what kept authors fresh, involved, grounded, you know the story.

Yas indeed. But fame and wealth are what keep authors fed, clothed, and sheltered, along with their families. Not to mention well rested enough to actually sit at a desk and type. ;)

 
At 7:46 AM , Blogger AaA said...

*sniffs* First off, I was on vacation... *curls fingers of right hand into semi-fist and inspects fingernails for dirt* No Internet or anything. Secondly, as if that weren't enough, I am a regular contributor and commenter. *comes to attention* And thirdly and lastly, yes, I am fully aware that none of that excuses me in the slightest, so I'll get write on it, sir!

 
At 12:56 PM , Anonymous The Excuse Man said...

Hmph. *whine* I wanna be in an entourage. Couldn't you just have a little one?

No. It's too entouragous.


See, *this* is why I love this blog.

*sniffs* First off, I was on vacation... *curls fingers of right hand into semi-fist and inspects fingernails for dirt* No Internet or anything.

Hmmph. I was on vacation for three weeks with no internet. Then, after we'd gotten back, I had to take my wife out to celebrate her 40th birthday.
When we finally got home, paid the babysitter and settled the kid, my first thought was to sit down at the computer, because I hadn't written my good friend the Bunnyman in awhile, and was anxious to check out the blog too.
However, just as I was about to start typing, my wife came up behind me and...


Sorry, got a little distracted there for a minute. Where was I?
Oh, right.

Anyway, the next day, I finally got some time at the computer, and again sat down to perform my duty as a regular commenter on this fine blog.

Unfortunately, it was at that point the Nazi frogment burst into the room...*

But you don't see *me* making excuses.


*With apologies to Garry Trudea.

Always Esteemed Scott

 
At 5:26 PM , Blogger AaA said...

'Frogment', eh? Frogment of your imagination is more like it.

 
At 9:40 PM , Anonymous Always Esteemed Scott said...

'Frogment', eh? Frogment of your imagination is more like it

Hey, *you* try typing while surrounded by Nazi frogments!

It's hard, I tell ya.

 
At 11:44 AM , Blogger Opus P. Penguin said...

After all, you don't want to peak too early.

 

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