Writing is hard, but it’s the submission process that’s akin to hell.
Month: February 2006
I see all these rundowns of yesterday’s Superbowl ads and, y’know, I just can’t bring myself to care.
I didn’t watch the game, and I didn’t see the ads. I was invited to a Superbowl party and would have enjoyed going, but I was driving back from Maryland yesterday afternoon and didn’t get home in time. Plenty of these ads are amusing, I’m sure — the MacGyver one is cute — but I just don’t care enough to watch a lot of them.
I’m heading to Maryland for my sister’s birthday this weekend, but before I go — the Friday Random Guess 10:
Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
“Heavy Fuel” by Dire Straits, guessed by EricMy tongue is all twisted around the air
“Amazed” by Poe, guessed by EricAll the clouds are made of glass
“What’s Really Happening” by David Bowie, guessed by KimBirds came flying from the underground
“Speed of Sound” by Coldplay, guessed by EricWhat a field-day for the heat
“For What it’s Worth” by Buffalo Springfield, guessed by EricI can be a complicated communicator
“Big Tall Man” by Liz Phair, guessed by EricAnd there’s no sign of a parachute
“Iieee” by Tori AmosWords are very unnecessary“Enjoy the Silence” by Depeche Mode, guessed by EricBut here on earth there’d be no life without the light it gives
“Why Does The Sun Shine? (The Sun is a Mass of Incandescent Gas)” by They Might be Giants, guessed by RemiDaniel was a bible hero
“Lonesome Valley” by Pete Seeger
The remaining songs from last week are “Scent of a Robot” by Pete Miser (#6), “Consumed by Evil” by Bonsai Kittens (#7), and “Hands” by Jewel (#9). As always, good luck!
The Best of The Electric Company is coming out on DVD. This is one of those shows that I know I watched as a child, that I know had a lasting impact on me, but that I really can’t remember at all. It’ll be nice to see if my very vague recollections at all match up with the reality of it. (Found via Bookslut.)
From The New York Times:
The author James Frey said today that the reason he invented events that never happened and embellished his account of his life in his best-selling memoir, “A Million Little Pieces,” is because it made a better book.
Well, duh.