“More like not writing at all,” they whisper..
Today’s title is brought to you by the fact that every so often, I temporarily acquire a new reader just because I once wrote about Halle Berry, and someone Googled “Halle Berry movie where she played a dispatcher.” OK, who’s the most famous person you can think of? I’ll work their name in too!
GREAT LINES BY BOYD CROWDER
(As played on Justified by Walton Goggins–maybe someone will Google him!)
“I learned how to think without arguing with myself.” I wish I could learn that. I always argue with myself, and both of us lose.
CRISIS IN PROGRESS AD NAUSEAM
“So you’re letting someone stay with you whose last name you don’t know?” I ask rhetorically.
“Yeah,” he answers offhandedly, like that’s something everyone’s done from time to time.
THE WAR AT HOME
I accidentally encountered Nick the other day. He had been out running errands–getting his rabies shots, getting my name tattooed on his rump–the usual needle-related tasks, and he graciously provided an armed (and winged) escort across the street, for which he was paid in oatmeal cookies (Will Work For Food). He is refusing to beg me to come to third shift, because he knows that I argue with myself about this every six months when the subject comes up, so he may as well spare himself the ordeal. (Not that I want to start a frenzy of schedule-related speculation among those below me in seniority or anything.) (By which I mean everyone.) #gloatingisanuglything