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January 09, 2004
We're not even going to mention how effing cold it is
So.... other topics.... what else could there be to think about...
Oh! Going to see Die, Mommie, Die tonight, can't mother-loving wait. If you don't know Charles Busch, you should educate yourself immediately. Hottest drag star in America and brilliant screenwriter/playwright (can anyone tell us why "playwright" is spelled like that, by the way?).
Also, Girl-E got herself a gig as a back-up singer for a disco/soul artist. The show is next Saturday, three sets over four hours, she's more than a little concerned about how to be ready for that many songs in the next seven days, seriously. Time to dust off her two-CD compilation from the 70s Preservation Society. She gets the feeling it will be a little like singing at a wedding only it will be at a bar. But the band is great, and who doesn't like cutting a rug at a wedding, so it's all good. She really needs this right now, we can't really explain her addictions but we suppose it's better than crack or gambling.
And here's a tip we learned at a friend's house last night-- if you're throwing a smallish party, give your guests grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. You have no idea what a hit it will be.
Especially when it's FUCKING ABSOLUTE ZERO OUTSIDE AND YOU CAN'T SEE THROUGH THE TEARS OF BURNING ANGUISH NOR BREATHE THROUGH THE RAPIDLY EXPANDING SNOTSICLES WHICH MAKE A MOCKERY OF ALL THAT IS SANE AND HOLY.
Posted by The Twins at January 9, 2004 10:57 AM
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"...RAPIDLY EXPANDING SNOTSICLES WHICH MAKE A MOCKERY OF ALL THAT IS SANE AND HOLY."
Preach it, EV. Me and my snotsicles/breath-condensation-crystals/eyelashcicles know exactly where you're coming from.
Posted by: Booch at January 9, 2004 01:55 PM
Is playwright maybe like shipwright - as in someone who has "wrought" a play?
Check out the entry for "work" at Dictionary.com:
http://www.yourdictionary.com/ahd/w/w0220700.html
Posted by: Jellybean at January 9, 2004 06:37 PM
That's what I was going to say. I'm pretty sure that's right. (Also, wheelwright, cartwright, et cetera. All craftspeople.)
Posted by: Jess at January 10, 2004 12:15 AM
A ha. Very illuminating, thank you. And by the way, Miss 800-verbal, normal people don't know what wheelwrights and cartwrights are, so the "oh, of course" moment still did not occur.
;)
Posted by: EV at January 10, 2004 01:12 AM
But but but, isn't your blog read only by the gifted and talented? The twenty-seven-year-olds who read at a twenty-nine-year-old level?
(And just so I don't get accused of pulling a Bryan Lamb, I stole that line from someone. Dana Carvey, I think.)
Posted by: Jess at January 10, 2004 08:55 PM
I HATE WINTER. BAH
Posted by: Agatha at January 10, 2004 11:20 PM
I love that you said "pulling a Bryan Lamb". I'm pretty sure that phrase is going to sweep the blogging community.
Posted by: EV at January 10, 2004 11:51 PM