I have nothing to report. Even the sky has left me with nothing interesting to describe. Ok, well other than the melting ball of orange sherbet sizzling in the cloudless blue frying pan of the sky. But that's nothing special. Nothing at all.
I'm simultaneously reading Tom Robbins and Terry Pratchett. I think it may be doing strange things to my brain. I just made a comment to someone that Eternal Happiness and the Clear Light of the Void were out playing a doubles tennis match and I didn't think twice about it.
Anyone want to write some cover letters for me? I hate it and I keep wanting to get super flashy with my writing. Maybe I should. I keep wanting to make grand analogies; how my communication skills are immaculate and clear as crystal, which have been carved and honed by my sharp-as-a-tack mind, and finally polished and put on display for the positions for which I am applying. Bad, Jeremy, Bad. The business world doesn't like that kind of literary flamboyance.
Oh, and the Book has been delivered to the Editor. She really liked the two sample chapters I sent her and seems to be as excited as I am about this. Oh and someone called the book irreverent. Just to make sure she meant what I thought that meant, I checked the dictionary and it says:
ir•rev•er•ent adj. Critical of what is generally accepted or respected; satirical.
I don't think I've heard a better description. One reader called it the Celestine Prophecy on Acid, but I don't really see that at all. Someone else called it the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Psyche, which seems a little more accurate. However, irreverent is definitely hitting the proverbial nail on it's proverbial head with a big, motherfucking proverbial hammer.
I'm simultaneously reading Tom Robbins and Terry Pratchett. I think it may be doing strange things to my brain. I just made a comment to someone that Eternal Happiness and the Clear Light of the Void were out playing a doubles tennis match and I didn't think twice about it.
Anyone want to write some cover letters for me? I hate it and I keep wanting to get super flashy with my writing. Maybe I should. I keep wanting to make grand analogies; how my communication skills are immaculate and clear as crystal, which have been carved and honed by my sharp-as-a-tack mind, and finally polished and put on display for the positions for which I am applying. Bad, Jeremy, Bad. The business world doesn't like that kind of literary flamboyance.
Oh, and the Book has been delivered to the Editor. She really liked the two sample chapters I sent her and seems to be as excited as I am about this. Oh and someone called the book irreverent. Just to make sure she meant what I thought that meant, I checked the dictionary and it says:
ir•rev•er•ent adj. Critical of what is generally accepted or respected; satirical.
I don't think I've heard a better description. One reader called it the Celestine Prophecy on Acid, but I don't really see that at all. Someone else called it the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Psyche, which seems a little more accurate. However, irreverent is definitely hitting the proverbial nail on it's proverbial head with a big, motherfucking proverbial hammer.
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Date: 2005-06-17 12:58 pm (UTC)somehow you seem to make it sound amazing reguardless ;)
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