Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The fix, or, all that's missing are the coffee stains

Some may say this is lazy man posting but on that page is everything.
No wonder depression's so good at making one. Badoomboom.

Personally, I don't see these notebooks ever getting the annotated Waste Land treatment. It's the highlighter unoriginal suckitude, isn't it.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Your suckitude is a quite original suckitude."

Awww, brain, how sweet. I feel like Mary Tyler Moore. Without a hat. Or heels.

Postscript: would have thrown this up when written this morn before wheelie bus adventuring, but senility forgetting to hit orange, here it is now, though since, inside jokery has quelled a gloomy smidgen, curse ye, few enjoyments in life. If I smile, I'll brain you with a plastic tibia.


Nunly said...

Awww, brain, how sweet. I feel like Mary Tyler Moore. Without a hat. Or heels.

Well that's fine, but you have to lose the scarf and purse, too.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Some may say this is lazy man posting but on that page is everything.

I'm certainly not going to stow any thrones. I had three days last week with various draft posts ready (more or less, ahem) to go...but it was just too much work to hit publish.

Blooger needs to increase my celery, danggit!

Randal Graves said...

nunly, are you kidding? They complete my ensemble.

if, why would you? Unless you've got a rich man six-car garage.

Drafts? You geek with your sort-of ambition and effort. I think I spent six or seven minutes on a post once.

Tengrain said...

Graves, you swine!

I'm discovering that if I read your bloggie when hungover, it hurts more than usual. Maybe we can get a research grant for this and eat like kings!



Lisa said...

Clearly, I'm getting even more stupid. I thought that was a cookbook.

Randal Graves said...

tengrain, damn hell ass kings!

lisa, it is, How To Cook 40 Bad Poets.

Tom Harper said...

Nice handwriting. Let's see, using a little handwriting analysis, your writing indicates -- Oh My God!

Jim H. said...

You could turn the world on with your smile. You could take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile.

[You: Stop in the middle of the traffic, pirouette, remove knit cap, fling same in air. Flash big, toothy smile.]

thatgirl said...

I've got notebook shots too but they're from 1991 when I was seven years old and everything I wrote had princesses and dinosaurs in it. Maybe I was onto something then.

Randal Graves said...

tom, yes, I am John McCain.

jim, don't think we have a Lou Grant, and with this pesky hiring freeze, we'll have to construct one out of papier-mâché.

Would I need to be a ninja to do that without getting run over?

thatgirl, your comment is fully deserving of a robust getoffmylawn, but since that year entailed seeing Alice live, I'll leave it at that. Of course, you have dinosaurs at your disposal, I've got this bottle of Geritol.

S.W. Anderson said...

"Some may say this is lazy man posting . . ."

On first reading I was going to be diplomatic. After a second and third go 'round, uh, yeah.

Maybe you're suffering the aftereffects of that dry turkey sandwich.

susan said...

I think Shakepeare wrote in spiral notebooks too. Good of you to keep up literary traditions.

Beach Bum said...

As long as you do not start sounding like the Unibomber we're cool. That's my gig.

Randal Graves said...

SWA, when one pours all his energy into crap and then pours adult beverages upon realization of the futility of being untalented, lazy man posting's all that's left. And hangovers.

susan, plus I've got these cool breeches.

BB, is it okay if I live in a wooden shack?

Westcoast Walker said...

A bit of synchronicity - same Hersh track that I just downloaded this week and wrote about - great minds stink alike!

S.W. Anderson said...

Randal, you might be a lot of things but untalented isn't one of them.