First, Charles Simic was appointed Poet Laureate.
Second, the most delicious full blown batshit crazy scandal hit the world of blogs and you just have to read it to believe it. Only writers can do this kind of stuff to each other--and themselves. When they invite us to the party it is fun to watch the fireworks -- and the bonfire. And this is one stinking pile of vanities that is going up in flames. Read about it here.
And finally I've got some decent research work that is naturally a huge rush job so I won't be able to turn my attention to the really important matters like:
- how Sparkle Josh is the only reason for watching Design Star (just give him his own show and be done with it!) or
- how horrifying those kitchens were (that hideous water feature! that faux painting! how could anyone keep their food down in that environment?)
- and DON'T GET ME STARTED on this whole "Tuscany" thing The Olive Garden as Ye Olde Italie or
- Dis'in Dat's discussion of "seriously ugly" and illustration of an actual Tuscan kitchen or
- Linda Merrill's more reasoned and tactful approach to the many, many disasters
- how fabulous Amuse Biatch posts have been: each more packed with gossip and wit and innuendo than the next . . .
before I disappear back into the series of tubes . . .
2 comments:
Thanks for the shout out, Trixie. I checked your letters site and can't wait to settle in when I have some time and read about the brou ha ha. Le Scandale! So fabulous.
Trixie, doll, thanks also for the shout-out, but most of all for your exhaustive (you must be sleep-deprived) telling of the scandal to end all scandals (well, since American writers aren't shooting or stabbing their wives anymore, just literarily stabbing them in the back). I followed all the hairpin twists and turns with delight, and reading your account gave me still more cream to lick off my Schadenfreudian whiskers. Well done, possum. (And good luck with your research.)
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