Saturday, April 19, 2008
That was the Indians' final score. Phooey. Been there and done that at the Erin O'Brien KingTutFest. A delightfull authoress, and very lifelike in real life. First had to sit through a windbag editor hawking his own work. Next reader, more bullshit. Then a guy that read a story about a guy that saw holy images in his breakfast cereal, and heard voices from the hand dryer in the bathroom. And who hasn't heard those voices? Also, a character imagined an Archangel was working in the I.T. Department. Le'mee give ya a piece of advice, bub. Always be in awe of those tech geniuses, especially your DBA. We are in fact in posession of supernatural powers, and don' you forget it! Then more bullshit. Then finally Erin O'Brien, delivering a very interesting reading from one of her own works. I could relate. It happened in a flea market held on the other side of town. During my illustrious and varied past I worked on one of the great bloodbath application installs in the company adjacent to said flea market. Good times. Anyway, I tried to arrange it with O'Brien to have my ex-wife committed to one of her short stories. It may not work, but if she does escape at least it will be on the other side of town.
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