save me, jeebus!
Sunday 1 February 2004 | I like a cookie
As we wrote to Mandarin:
You are so kind to read my demented messages about the great mucky puddle of longing and not laugh at me. Of course I love you more, Great Goddess Toad-Calling Coon Cat that you are. Now to attack and destroy several pernicious myths with the skillful deployment of italics and exaggerated vowel sounds:
1) “I am not a writer…”
Excuuuse me, look arouuund you—this is called a blog. People are writing it. And some of these people aren’t writing anything else at the moment (article deadline? what article deadline?) which I guess means that they aren’t writers either. Merfle.2) “…and I’m a poor reader really.”
Yes, it’s a well-known fact that only poor readers stay up until midnight accidentally because they are reading Michael Ondaatje, known for his great plot dependency.(Dusts hands off briskly.)
Love, your profoundly wickedly lazy and terrified of work Unnarrator
And for those of us all starry-eyed about the four places in Western Europe we’ve ever been: World66, your very own personal travel map! Ours has depressingly few destinations on it. Must remedy this.
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