Yeah, so hi there. As you can now see, I ain't dead yet. In fact, I popped in to share a few items of note.
Item Number One:
Last week, Dr. Niece and I went out to a bar over by her place (I realize this is not in itself noteworthy. Stick with me, here). We planted ourselves at the bar in front of a 'tender called Mike who was not only a sweetie-pie but looked quite a bit like Ewan MacGregor and gave me a hug at the end of the night.
I know. I'll just let that one sink in for a moment.
OK, so back to my main point. As we sat at the bar, a guy walked up to order a drink and as he walked away I said to Dr. Niece, "Hey, he looks like Puddy."
Of course, as we figured out like three minutes later, it turns out it was Puddy!
OK, well actually it was Patrick Warburton, the actor who played Puddy on Seinfeld, and I have loved him and his voice-overs in many things. I just mainly associate him with Puddy because A) Loved that show and B) My sisters and I used to refer to The Old Man as Puddy due to his and my penchant for breaking up every five minutes, only to reunite ten minutes after that. Anyway, he was there with several people, one of whom is his co-star in that tv show he's on now, Rules of Engagement. Sorry, I don't know her name and my computer is giving me fits whenever I try to click on the show's imdb page. Anyway, she was quite lovely in a very normal way - like the pretty girl you know at work. And she looked either very exhausted or very drunk. She left a lot earlier than most others in their group.
It is interesting (well to me, anyway) that Puddy is nowhere near as tall and broad shouldered in real life as I would have thought! Those people on tv must be really short, cuz Puddy? The guy who was supposed to be this big, beefy, brawny, blue-collar guy (again, much like my own, real life Puddy)? He's most likely not even six feet tall and, while in good shape, is not at all the He Man he's been made out to be. My Old Man has much broader shoulders.
And yet you wonder why I'm with him.
While he looks older in real life than on tv, Puddy is also more attractive in real life. He should actually stop covering up those wrinkles he has on his face because they give him a lot of character and they honestly make him more handsome. Not that he's bad to look at on television. I'm jusy sayin'.
That night at the bar (now known in my hazy mind as My Date With Puddy or The Night I Was Hugged By Ewan MacGregor) was amusingly noteworthy for a few other reasons. Let's start with the guy who actually stood by Dr. Niece and I and forced us to listen as he read aloud a short story he had just written.
Kids, I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
It was a really bad short story, too. Something about a cold spot in a park that he jogged through and it trapped him in some supernatural or alien grip. Just bad. Really, really bad.
He also had a poem on his Blackberry. Luckily, he did not read that aloud, but he did make Dr. Niece read it. I'm not sure she actually read it, but being the nice person she is, she at least faked it well.
The guy sitting next to me, in the face of all of this nonsense, proceeded to go on a ten minute diatribe about why he hates writers before I decided to inform him that I happen to be one. After Dr. Niece and I laughed at him for several minutes, he hastily backtracked and said that writers were OK so long as they didn't get all deep and psychological and pretend they had all the answers because psychology was bullshit...at which point we of course told him that Dr. Niece was, in fact, a PhD candidate in...wait for it...Clinical Psychology.
Ah, yes...good times.
That guys was truly obnoxious, but his flaws made my night vastly amusing.
Another starving writer came up later to talk to me, by the way. Welcome to Hollywood.
Item Number Two:
My little fanfiction story, The Cocky and The Cougar,has had some interesting things written about it lately. Just today, two ladies (FeathersMMM or Alice and Ninapolitan) wrote a column on humor in fanfiction on The Lazy Yet Discerning Ficster. Yes, that blog you see linked over there to the left. That one. I love that blog. I've had it linked over there since long before I even came out of the fanfiction closet*. And they just mentioned me and my little story. Is that just the coolest?
Speaking of cool, some very cool ladies wrote a blog post at The Fictionators recommending The Cocky and The Cougar.
I have communicated to varying degrees with each of the ladies who wrote this Fictionators post actually and they are truly some wonderful peeps. They have been very supportive of me and my writing - most especially Cicada who is seriously one of the kindest people I've ever net-met (which is now my term for people I have only met through the internets, but whom I consider friends). Plus, she lives in Austin so I feel the need to stay in her good graces in case I need a floor to crash on during the next SxSW.
In regard to my fan fiction...I had intended to post more about it here - teasers, notices when chapters are updated, etc. However, I had some Typepad issues which I only today worked out and couldn't post for a while. Yeah, as if I needed additional reasons to neglect this blog, right? So now that those issues are resolved, you will see more of that kind of thing here.
I am not going to transform this blog in to some kind of soap box about fan fiction, but since I am writing that right now, you will hear about it. Never fear though, those of you who have been reading this blog for a while. I will still rant and rave about The Man, fill you in on the debauched details of my Honky Tonkin' and provide you with far too much information about my sex life. In other words, ain't nothin' changin' 'round here but the wallpaper.
*Looks like I am really coming out of the closet these days. The Old Man is actually now reading my fan fics! He's also reading this blog, btw, so watch what you say about him. :)
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