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March 21, 2005:

THE PERPETUAL YAWN

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Well, dear readers, I am back in the City of Studio after my whirlwind trip to the York of New. I had a splendidly splendid time doing the signing/reading/singing, seeing PennyO’s show, and meeting up with all the hainsies/kimlets. We are a merry troupe, and I’m happy to see that this here website still irks certain people who have continually tried to cause us trouble, both on other message boards and on amazon and now on another little pathetic sort of board I know nothing about. I have my google alerts set to send me e-mails whenever Writer’s Block is mentioned on the Internet. So, I got a google alert and off I was whisked to a thread on this particular pathetic bitching hole (the site is designed to be a bitch-fest about all things – that is its sole purpose – a place for people to spew bile). Most of the people there are called “anonymous”. In any case, “anonymous” started a thread that was about me. Can you imagine? This “person” has nothing better to do with his life than start a thread about me. I mean, I’m flattered and all, at his obsessive anal behavior, and I think it’s kind of sweet that I apparently am on his mind morning, noon, and night (and yes, Virginia, I’m oh so sure he’s reading this right now). In any case, he starts off by making a remark similar to one we’ve read elsewhere, one made by someone named “Cora”. Then a few more “anonymous” people respond, and then the original “anonymous” poster comes back and makes a post all about Writer’s Block, and in this post – wait for it – he uses the word “acolytes”. Isn’t that amusing? Since I now know who “anonymous Cora” is, and since I happen to know where “anonymous Cora” lives, perhaps one of these fine days I’ll just up and pay a little visit and we can have a marvelous discussion all about how bitterness and jealousy can overtake a pathetic soul’s life. Listen, I’ve certainly harbored ill will towards certain people, but if I’m going to write something publicly about it (which is rare) I have the guts to sign my name to it. But, the Internet is riddled with gutless wonders, so one understands that. Happily, I have a marvelously marvelous sense of humor about such things, so I’m afraid the desired effect doesn’t happen. Of course he will read this and think he got my goat by getting me to write about it. Note to anonymous: I enjoy writing about it. It’s fun. It’s sort of grandly humorous to see the depths to which certain types will sink like a pig in quicksand. And, I love you, too, baby. But enough about anonymous and more about my lovely non-anonymous whirlwind trip. I enjoyed every moment of it. The food, the shows, the people, the walking, the food, the people, the hotel, the food and the people, not necessarily in that order.
The plane ride home was uneventful and about an hour longer than the plane ride coming in (that’s always the case). Since I’d only gotten three hours of sleep, I arrived home quite overtired. I had to catch up on many things, and then I just sort of dozed off for a while. Since the Floor Men are coming at eight, I’m going to get these here notes up early and get my beauty rest.

Last night I watched a motion picture entertainment on DVD entitled The Incredibles. It was very entertaining, but didn’t quite achieve greatness for me. It’s a bit too long for it’s own good, and I could have used a bit more humor. But, it’s beautifully done, and I especially commend Mr. Brad Bird for not having the music be constant. He lets several scenes go by without scoring, and it’s quite refreshing. I also commend him in not using “names” for all of the roles. Certainly there are known people, but not the current “hip” ones that most of these films have been using. The voice talent (especially Holly Hunter) does a fine job bringing life to Mr. Bird’s creations. I may give it another look-see soon, when I’m less tired. The DVD is nothing short of spectacular, one of the sharpest, purest, most fantastic-looking DVDs ever. It’s really a demonstration disc.

What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because my eyelids are heavy and I’m having a perpetual yawn. Have you ever had a perpetual yawn? It is most unseemly.

Have I mentioned that I am having a perpetual yawn? A Perpetual Yawn – that’s the title of my next novel. Speaking of my next novel, the Floor Men will be here very soon. Whilst they are banging and hammering and hammering and banging I shall be entering corrections and fixes for my new novel.

I also know that there are quite a few packages awaiting me at my mail place, so I shall go pick those up. And I do believe I’ll be joining our very own Mr. Donald Feltham in the early evening hours for our Writer’s Block radio show. I do hope all the acolytes will tune in when it airs, and I’ll have some special comments for non-acolytes that you won’t want to miss.

Have I mentioned how much fun I had in the York of New? Have I mentioned that I learned many interesting things whilst there? I did – I learned many interesting things whilst there.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, have a perpetual yawn, I must pick up packages, I must enter corrections and fixes, and I must endure hammering and banging, not necessarily in that order. Today’s topic of discussion: What is the single longest period you’ve ever gone without sleep? What were the circumstances and how did you behave and cope with it? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and maybe at some point today I shall not have a perpetual yawn.

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