Random musings on a writer's life & times, with occasional input from acquaintances


Sunday, January 23, 2005

Having recovered, more or less, from the Monday 8, we return you now to the regularly scheduled Sunday 7.

1) What are you wearing?

Sweatboots, white Nike sox, blue jeans, black sweatshirt with matching mood.

2) What are you reading?

“Foul Matter,” a novel about the publishing industry by Martha Grimes. Not terribly well written, but a hoot for those of us trapped in the lit biz.

3) What’s for dinner?

Last night we had spaghetti with beans on top. No way we could beat that.

4) What’s the best thing that happened this week?

I survived.

5) What’s bugging you?

You know what REALLY bugs me? Idiot sportscasters who say “obviously” all the time. If something about a ballgame is obvious, why tell me about it? I already saw it or know it, so shut the hell up. Some of these clods get so hung up on “obviously” they say it about every fifth word. As a result, I have instituted a new TV-watching policy. Any time a sportscaster says “obviously,” I hit the channel change button on the remote and watch something else for a minimum of ten seconds. (Longer if it’s not a crucial point in the game.)

6) Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?

Obviously, in Pittsburgh to watch the American Conference pro football championship game. Or, obviously, in Philadelphia for the National Conference title game.

7) What’s it all about, Dave?

“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
--William Shakespeare, “As You Like It.”

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