[I promise that I’ll run away with you] Alien Vs. Predator was awful, awful, awful. I wasn’t aware that they allowed scripts like that anywhere near a film crew these days. Oh, right. I forgot all about American Pie 3. I’ve spent the past week doing nothing besides looking for a job. Does anyone know of any place that’s hiring? I need a part-time job to round out my income. At least I have the…
It was about this time of year in 1999 that a headless body was found in White Oak Creek near the sleepy settlement of Saltillo. It’s an eerie memory. I was sitting outside the video store on Main Street with family and friends, listening to the insects sing as the sun slid from view. We were gossiping in that small-town way, about nothing in particular, when someone starting talking about the dead body some fisherman…
Lots to cover. I don’t have Internet at home (or cable, or a newspaper subscription; I’m completely cut off and didn’t know that Rick James died!) so the longest post you’ve ever seen starts … now. +++ The internship wrapped up nicely. During my last week I got to do three major projects: 1A, the whole Religion section, and the whole Money section. Some of the editors and designers got together and surprised me with…
[Beige is the color of resignation] The people here are so freaking nice it kills me. They took me out to lunch today at a kitschy diner called John’s. Decent food on a corporate credit card. America, the beautiful. I have to turn in my name badge, though. I made a photocopy for posterity. In three hours or so I’ll be hopping in the car and heading to Murfreesboro. Bright and early, the kids will…
[Oh everybody waits so long] I’ve posted some of my clips in case you’re wondering what I’ve been up to this summer. Tomorrow’s it. Then I’m off to New York. Then it’s back to the ‘Boro for ever and ever, since I’ve bought multiple items from Davis Market. Oh my dear lord. I had a ritzy lunch yesterday atop the AmSouth building here in town. A dress code, different courses, silverware that must be used…
[Somewhere I’m not scatterbrain] Do any of you have relatives who send you page after electronic page of politically motivated forwards? I know Amber’s grandfather sends her conservative racist propaganda all the time, as if one poorly formatted e-mail might convince her that George Bush is a hardworkin’ man just like you and me. Phil’s mom sends all kinds of propaganda to my Earthlink account about politics and religion and the necessary relationship between the…
[Let’s have a ball and a biscuit, sugar] The yard sale was a success. I made $16, but more importantly, I got rid of several pairs of too-small jeans that had been taunting me for years. Amanda cleaned up with more than $50. We did a lot of crap-exchanging with one another. A T-shirt for a wallet, etc. Just shuffling the former creature comforts around. We partied hard that night. I spent Sunday throwing up.…
[No more cinders from the sky] When I was ready to sit down and get to work today, I was informed that I’d be taking part in an intern photograph shoot, where they pose me at a computer and my supervisor points at the screen, looming over my shoulder, as if he’s instructing me. So this guy with a big camera gets all around us and I’m trying not to crack my stupid, embarrassed grin…
[The big fish eat the little ones] This site is fantastic. Babysitting went pretty well. There were only two meltdowns: one over a Pokemon card and the other over a face-first smack into the kitchen floor. Sometimes if you stare at a kid long enough, they get creeped out and stop bawling out of sheer discomfort. I can’t wait to get home this weekend and clear out my crap and sell it to the gullible…
[If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts] I need a haircut. I’m starting to look a little like Dorothy Hamill. Tomorrow’s going to be exhausting. I’ll be babysitting from 8 a.m. until 4 p.m., when I will drive what one of my editors calls “the al-Qaida cell” to the News office to meet their grandmother. Then I work from 4 until midnight, copy editing. I’ll be dead this time tomorrow, and…
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