Monday, November 21

Buy Me!

Looking for a Hanukkah gift for your favorite blogger? Why not buy me this t-shirt?

Saturday, November 19

RIP Kirsty MacColl

Singer and songwriter Kirsty MacColl died nearly five years ago. Sadly, I discovered her music after she was gone. She was a brilliant musician, and her final album, "Tropical Brainstorm," is one of my favorites.

I'm thinking of her because "In These Shoes?" just popped up on my iPod. It's such a brilliant song. I think the world is a slightly duller place now that we've got no new Kirsty MacColl music to look forward to.

For a glimpse at Kirsty MacColl's wit and genius, check out her song about stalking a former stalker, "Treachery":

I'm stalking a fan
He lives in a high rise block
And here I am
He shouldn't have turned my rock
He's brushing his teeth
He doesn't look bad from this far
I'm hailing a cab
And I'm gonna follow his car
Wherever he goes
I won't be too far behind
Just hanging around
Driving him out of his mind

Treachery made a monster out of me

I'm stalking a fan
He used to write all the time
How lovely I am
He really made me feel fine
But how they forget
He needed a wake-up call
And he will regret
Having been so shallow
He made me believe
That I was some kind of myth
So here I am
How could he treat me like this?

Treachery made a monster out of me

Wherever he goes
I won't be too far behind
Just hanging around
Driving him out of his mind

I'm stalking a fan
He's gone to the record store
To buy a CD
By some other girl not me
He's taking her home
Getting her out of her box
And putting her on
And dancing around in his socks

Treachery made a monster out of me

Getting her out of her box
Treachery
And dancing around in his socks
Treachery
Treachery
And dancing around in his socks
Treachery
Driving him out of his mind

Friday, November 11

Aaargh -- Novel Writing!

I wonder what Steven King or Amy Tan do when they write themselves into a corner.

Here's what I did:

When the light from the photocopier’s green growing strip hit the reflective surface of the mirror, the fabric of space and time ripped open and the universe was destroyed. Every person, every thing, every idea ceased to exist.

This was, in fact, a very good thing.

First, the universe that was destroyed wasn’t our own. Despite the many similarities to our own universe, it was in fact wholly evil, and was just days away from developing the technology that would allow its sinister agents to pass into our own time and space.

Second, the author of this pathetic novel got a much-needed opportunity to start again from scratch. He was optimistic that this time he wouldn’t produce such a horrible piece of dreck.


I have named my new protagonist David Everyman. He is just like me, except that he didn't forget to take his suit jacket this morning so he doesn't have to return home before reporting for work today.

Thursday, November 10

The Legend Lives On From The Chippewa On Down

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water,
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

-- Gordon Lightfoot

The S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald sunk 30 years ago today.

Wednesday, November 9

NaNoWriMo Update: One-Fourth Of The Way There

My horrible, unpleasant novel is 24% complete. I have until Nov. 30 to finish the damn thing, at which point I will delete the file and reformat my hard drive so that humanity is spared from seeing my second pathetic attempt at fiction writing.

See my National Novel Writing Month author page for an excerpt that doesn't totally suck.

Recycled Content: Opera Plots In 17 Syllables

Here's some opera haiku from the original Daily Dave:

Carmen:
Time for a smoke break.
Hey, look, it's the bullfighter!
José kills Carmen.

Fidelio:
Husband imprisoned,
and lady looks like a dude.
Great overture, though.

La Traviata:
Tuberculosis
used to be called consumption.
Either way, the girl dies.

Figaro:
The count wants his way
With the barber's fiancée.
Comedy ensues.

La Bohéme:
Joyful poor artists.
Mimi's hand is freezing cold.
Now she's dead. Life sucks.

Tuesday, November 8

Cà d'Zan

Britt and I took a day trip to Sarasota last weekend. Check out the photo gallery.

Harajuku View

Check out what Margaret Cho has to say about Gwen Stefani's Harajuku girls:

I want to like them, and I want to think they are great, but I am not sure if I can. I mean, racial stereotypes are really cute sometimes, and I don't want to bum everyone out by pointing out the minstrel show. I think it is totally acceptable to enjoy the Harajuku girls, because there are not that many other Asian people out there in the media really, so we have to take whatever we can get. Amos 'n Andy had lots of fans, didn't they? At least it is a measure of visibility, which is much better than invisibility. I am so sick of not existing, that I would settle for following any white person around with an umbrella just so I could say I was there.

Thanks to Vicki for forwarding this to me.

Friday, November 4

As Time Goes By

You must remember this: a kiss is still a kiss.

Thursday, November 3

Brian Goes Online!

My old college roommate Brian Ries is taking his business online! Check out his online store for comic books and games at PopComicsAndGames.com.

Novel Update

Well, I'm about 10 percent of the way through my novel for National Novel Writing Month. I didn't write anything on Tuesday, as I was too busy to carve out any time, but I managed to churn out 2,730 words yesterday, in two sessions. I returned to my writing spot at Starbucks this morning and again this evening and now my total is up to 5,043 words.

If I keep this pace up, I should have my novel compete well before the Nov. 30 deadline. Of course, the most important part of that last sentence was the qualifier, "if I keep this pace up."

Want to follow my progress? Visit my NaNoWriMo profile for the latest word count.