Like pie. Or cheese.
Needs a stronger prescription.
It's been hot, but hey, it's summer in Georgia (I don't know what to say for the rest of you sweltering away where you are.) Heat is to be expected. The real problem is the humidity. But then, that's expected, too. Expected, but still lamented.
I step out of the shower, towel off and I can't get dry. It's disgusting. And it makes pulling on those Fanx (faux Spanx) an unpleasant, curse-word laced activity. Before I even attempt it, I aim to rid myself of some of this moisture. And then there's the fact I despise under-boob sweat. One's chest should not be a swampland.
MathMan is still in bed with his eyes closed. I assume he's asleep. I quietly pick up the box fan next to the bed and hold it in front of me. The air feels deliciously cool on my skin.
"You can just stand there and do that all day."
The sweet man. Of course, I can't take a compliment. "Good thing you're not wearing your glasses. I'm so fat and gross."
"I stand by my statement."
Interactive
Don't you think we need some more word play based on Fifty Shades of Grey?
I mean, in this age of online reality, nothing is a phenomenon until it's been parodied four hundred and seventy-two different ways.
Here
Fifty Shades of Kiss My Ass.
Okay, that's it for me. Do something with this. I know you're dying to.
Pointy
I'm listening to the audio book Jennifer Egan's Look at Me. (Salon review from November 14, 2001)
First - Egan is an excellent wordsmith.
Second - Egan was incredibly prescient or I have truly forgotten how deep we already were into the internet in 2000.
Third - I'm an impatient reader/listener. Although Egan's writing is beautiful, blah, blah, blah, I am often thinking "Get on with it! Get to the point! Tell the damn story!"
Do you do this or am I just an asshole?
Holidaze
I'm going to take the month of August off from the internet. I've got some work travel coming up and a stack of books to read. School starts back up and that's a busy time at Golden Manor.
All of which is to say, expect me to blog every single day next month because whenever I say I'm taking a break is precisely when life presents me with all sorts of writing material.
Crank it wide open and let your thoughts spill out, yo.
And this because I love the lyrics, that's why.
