Mar 17 2008
Token post
I’m in kind of an alarming funk (birthday blues? extraneous kidlets going home and resultant taste of empty nest syndrome? PMS? who knows), so I’m not doing much other than working and reading.
Saturday, I read a “funny” vampire book. Funny like the Three Stooges are funny. Slapstick, comedy of errors, stupid funny. Not funny at all, in other words. In addition to the unfunny, every few paragraphs, the heroine would either roll her eyes or do something “with disgust.” I kept rolling my eyes and muttering with disgust, “This is really awful,” but I couldn’t put it down. It was hypnotically bad. Like news footage of a natural disaster. Or Britney. The mind screams “DO NOT WANT!” but the eyes refuse to look away. It takes a special talent to produce something so fascinatingly horrible.
Sunday, I inhaled Demon Night. Meljean, you made me cry. Not gut-wrenching sobs like Colin and Savi provoked, but those streaming tears that an hour later you catch a glimpse of your reflection and say with a disgusted eyeroll, ”WTF, I’m still crying?” The whole “I may be needy, but hell if I’m gonna be fucking dependent” thing struck a chord. I always notice your gals, which is far from my norm.
Write, crazy bunny, write.
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