Friday, April 16, 2010
Words, Words, Words
Hey guys -- thanks so much for reading the excerpts this week! Here's a virtual bouquet for your efforts. As for comment questions, Dave -- I can't remember what the princess in that long ago workshop story did. I do remember it was followed by a tale of sexual obsession about a man who kept stalking a Jack in the Box employee. Forever emblazoned in my mind is this sentence: "He kept stopping back in the Box for one last spicy treat." Gorgeous Jodi, I did live on Courville pre rat-infested apartment. Like men, I can pick them. My next place is going to be a step up, I feel certain. To the anonymous comment about why D didn't help me with the tire -- he was at work. No cell phones in those days. One had to rely on the kindness of strangers. As Mark pointed out, most of them weren't really strangers. Angels in disguise! Okay, pet peeve words -- Mark, you best not start with these either! I'm limiting it to three today.
Using impact as a verb. Seriously, I hate this one. Unless you are a tooth, you are not impacted by anything.
Fresh, as in when people say, This food is so fresh. As if everything else they have been eating is stale and old.
Nice, as in when people use it ironically. I don't know why, but I hate it when you do something stupid and someone says, Nice in that long, extended dance-mix way. Anything is preferable to this, even the old grade school bon mot, Smooth move, Ex-Lax.
In other news, my dear friend Marci is ill and in the hospital. She's the one who informed you guys of my ruptured appendix. Not entirely sure what's wrong yet, but please send lots of love, prayers, and good energies her way.
I'll be back tomorrow -- tax season is done. May your weekend be a restful one!