Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Photo of the Yesterday: The time-traveling Mariachis (T-H-E-M!) Have found me once again! Though I am Sicilian, maybe they want me to join...
Today's novel progress: 833 words. Another starfish is making an appearance, and it's an unhappy one. Pilgrim and Joe are still a bit shell-shocked. I was wondering how to make Don Q. resurface, but he was nice & came back on his own. It's always good when the story writes itself. As John Cleese once said in a Monty Python sketch, "I don't want you to get the impression it's just a question of the number of words... um... I mean, getting them in the right order is just as important. Old Peter Hall used to say to me, 'They're all there already, now we've got to get them in the right order.'"
OK, is anyone going to pretend to be shocked when Joe, "Hillary Clinton is as qualified or more qualified than I am to be vice president." Biden falls ill with "unspecified health issues," (or is simply abducted by aliens,) so Hillary can ride in on her white horse to save the election?
In other news you're supposed to pretend to be shocked about, apparently, the Yankees made a deal with the city so the taxpayers would pay for their new stadium. Perhaps the unnecessary bail-out of a multi-billion dollar organization without any financial woes would not be so galling if a) The new stadium did not have less seats than the old, b) The price of seats were not astronomical and completely out of the price range of the average New Yorker, and c) The Yankees had not been sucking donkey-balls for the past few years.
Here is an experiment in the style of the late great Robert Anton Wilson. Find someone who - even after the recent flushing of the American economy down the toilet - still firmly believes in Reganomics. Honestly try your best to get into his or her headspace and understand his or her point of view. (If you ARE a firm believer in Reganomics, find someone who thinks that deregulation has ruined the economy, and try the reverse.) See what the world looks like from a skewed angle than your usual one. Return to your own - which you know is superior to everone elses - whenever you're ready.