Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
He has a wife, you know.
If this Palin runs with McCain, I might even vote Republican.
The wife and I consider this one of the best comic scenes ever. It has it all, the writing, the acting, but above all else the timing. We find it vewwy . . . wisible. And it never stops being wisible, no matter how many times we watch it.
The move and the new job has killed my drive to write. Used to be that if I wasn’t writing, I was at least thinking about writing. I would be thinking about a particular story or looking for new stories. But not now. The muse is in stasis.
Meanwhile, I’ve taken on more critting assignments than I can probably handle . . . but I really really want to read Summer‘s new book (which isn’t on that page — whuddup widdat?) And Paul Meloy’s collection, Islington Crocodiles, is finally out, and Meloy is a stupendous writer . . . and Jackie’s gonna send the Furies after me if I don’t review her new book . . .
Oy.
D.
