September 28, 2006
The man asks for change, so she tells him that she has to help me first (in order to open the cash register, I'm assuming). She rings up my water, then gets the guy his change.
This sets off a series of thoughts:
Was my desire to get a water really part of a larger impulse to help the universe flow smoothly? The man may have had to wait a while for the next purchaser to come along and allow the cashier to open the register. Am I that in tune with the cosmos?
Or maybe the girl was in tune. She instinctively knew that she couldn't help the man, so she continued to stock items until another person arrived. Of course, this would all imply that the man was NOT in tune, because he grew angry from the wait. Does the wait mean you're not in tune? No, just the anger that comes on at having to wait. Sometimes waiting is what you are supposed to do. It's all a matter of intricate timing, you see.
Speaking of intricate timing, the bottle of Scotch that Adam brought me as a gift way back in April (but forgot in L.A.) is finally in my possession, thanks to the kindly babysitting of Victoria and perhaps a helpful reminder from Jeremy the Great so that she wouldn't forget to give it to me. I'm anxious to try it, but unfortunately I wind up heading out to Denver before I get a chance.
(Denver roadnotes coming up - and don't forget my reading on the 30th, if you're in the Denver area.)
September 27, 2006
My stomach hurts most of the day. Nerves? Something viral? No idea.
I'm dehydrated, sure, but I feel way worse than usual and by the time I show up to do the Pointless Banter Show, I want to just curl up in a ball in the corner.
Not only do I not feel well, but I look a mess, too. I decided to give myself a haircut before I came to L.A. and gouged a good bit out of the side of my head, and I borrowed a razor to shave and wound up slicing up a good bit of my neck. What's the deal? I'm comforted by the fact that no one really cares, and most people won't notice.
I decided it's mostly nerves because after the show I feel much better. I don't get that nervous before readings but this was an unscripted conversation and apparently that unwound me a little.
However, Kevin and Trista were most gracious hosts, easy to talk to, and didn't even molest me once (on camera, that is).
After the show, we all meet Will and Kristen at a karaoke bar where Jeremy busts out a Rob Zombie tune in most impressive fashion (I have pictures of that - no time to upload them)....
September 20, 2006
Also, I am traveling to Denver for a reading on September 30 at 9:30pm at the Old Curtis Street Bar (2100 Curtis Street). Zac Tasjian, Citymouse, and I will all read, and Jason Heller and Big Al will spin some great music. If you're in the Denver area, check it out.
September 19, 2006
Profession: Apprentice Plumber
Place of birth: Murdock, Kansas.
Interests: Stealing Aaron's passwords.
Favorite color: Jealous of Aaron's blogging success.
Favorite music: Waiting for Aaron to be gone for an entire day so he can attempt to steal all of Aaron's readers.
Favorite movie: Lies about his age (he is two years older than he says).
Favorite TV show: Making shit up about himself and/or others.
Best trait: Seriously, Gordon really pissed me off with that blog the other day and I didn't even know until this morning.
September 15, 2006
I'm a plumber. I plumb. It's what I do. I created this account in order to live out my fantasy life online. I've always wanted to get lots of chicks but I'm too lazy to do anything difficult (like learn guitar, or play sports), so I figured in my fantasy life I would be this ultra-cool blogger because bloggers get chicks and all they have to do is blog, you know?
The pictures I was using are of my nephew. He is really cool. He goes to school and gets all these chicks and before he was 12 he could beat me at Connect Four. My nephew knows how to play guitar. And he is good at several sports.
No, I'm not half as cool as that little twirp. My real name is Gordon.
It's not even Goooooordon. Just Gordon.
So, if you want to unsubscribe or something, I won't feel bad. I know you were only reading because you thought it was somebody cool, and not a plumber. I want to believe that plumbers can become good bloggers, but that's quite a stretch, isn't it? Anyway, I'll keep hoping...and blogging...and maybe someday I'll get lucky. Thank you for listening.
September 10, 2006
September 04, 2006
The book release party, for Reserved For Emperors, was a huge success. Many of the finest names and faces in Seattle attended and Freckleface even called and offered the best toast ever by speaker phone:
"To Aaron Dietz, I wanna be just like him when I grow up--even more of a babe magnet than a pair of Converse All Stars."
The twins even color-coordinated with the book!
I took a moment to show off a painting I received from A Balanced Contradiction, as well. She's the greatest!
Also, I cooked myself a nice dinner a couple weeks ago. That really has nothing to do with the book release. I just wanted to share that.
Thanks to all those that came out (and the people who were there in spirit)! And thanks to all the congratulations and support! Thanks to C-Dawg, for all the work planning and preparing for the event!