Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Monday, December 13, 2004 The Pitch: It's like Amadeus meets The Little Cloud That Cried! I am sad. Not only did I leave my cell phone at home, but after a two month absence I contributed reviews this morning to the Savage Critic. The response? Not a damn word. In fact, Hibbs' previous entry got two comments since my entry went up and I'm still up there sucking wind.My conclusions? Either (a) I suck; (b) I'm not really contributing to Hibbs' blog, I'm just riding his coattails; or (c) I suck and I'm riding Hibbs' coattails. Kinda depressing, paticularly since I could've tried to get a start on the new Fanboy Rampage and lightened this week's workload on the newsletter. In other news... Last night, I dreamt I was in a large room jammed with bunk beds, and from my top bunk I tried in vain to find my place in Pynchon's Gravity Rainbow (at one point, I read a section from Pynchon's V and realized I had the wrong book) but I kept being distracted by a loud popping noise. Looking around, I discovered the noise caused by Paris Hilton, in another bunk, popping a Tootsie pop in and out of her mouth. The Freudian imagery seems somewhat difficult to argue with, although I'm happy to report I awoke and with great relief saw the popping noise was caused by my lovely companion next to me on the verge of snoring, and not Ms. Hilton at all. And yet, possible interpretations of the dream still unsettle me. posted by Jeff Lester | 5:31 PM | |
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