March 14, 2002
I had a lot of work to do. I hate to let days pass unreflected, but there they went. All that I have to show for it are some essays that I wrote on kabbalah that even I don't understand. This job. Anyway, I told you, I'm not a writer any more. I run a research institute that develops theoretical applications for monkeys in non-zoo environments. I think it will work out better than writing ever did.
During the down time, I completed the first thirty entries in an exciting new series called HAUNTED BY DEAD PRESIDENTS, in which each of the dead presidents came into my bedroom at night and haunted me. Then I deleted most of them because I was in a bad mood. They all started like this:
HAUNTED BY DEAD PRESIDENTS, PART ( )
It is late at night, and our HERO is asleep. His cats sleep nearby. Suddenly, they scatter in fear. A spectral figure enters the room, moaning in a profoundly unsettling tone. It is a GHOST!
HERO: Who's there?
GHOST: Uurrrhhhhhhh...
HERO: Who is that?
GHOST: Muuhhhhhh...
HERO: Oh, shit, it's a ghost!
GHOST: THE HORRORS OF THE AFTERLIFE ARE REAL! THE SUFFERING OF THE SINFUL IS UNTOLD! REPENT! REPENT! REPENT!
HERO: (thinks to self) Shit! I'd better repent! (pauses) Say, that's a familiar...
And then it kind of went on from there. I saved some of the audio interludes that went between episodes:
Interlude #1: My baby why you treat me so mean.
Interlude #2: I have secrets but you have something better.
Interlude #3: State of the nation.
So, there's that.
You're probably wondering how my lips are, since they were pretty chapped when I wrote the last entry. Well, I am happy to inform you that my lips are better now.
During the down time, I completed the first thirty entries in an exciting new series called HAUNTED BY DEAD PRESIDENTS, in which each of the dead presidents came into my bedroom at night and haunted me. Then I deleted most of them because I was in a bad mood. They all started like this:
HAUNTED BY DEAD PRESIDENTS, PART ( )
It is late at night, and our HERO is asleep. His cats sleep nearby. Suddenly, they scatter in fear. A spectral figure enters the room, moaning in a profoundly unsettling tone. It is a GHOST!
HERO: Who's there?
GHOST: Uurrrhhhhhhh...
HERO: Who is that?
GHOST: Muuhhhhhh...
HERO: Oh, shit, it's a ghost!
GHOST: THE HORRORS OF THE AFTERLIFE ARE REAL! THE SUFFERING OF THE SINFUL IS UNTOLD! REPENT! REPENT! REPENT!
HERO: (thinks to self) Shit! I'd better repent! (pauses) Say, that's a familiar...
And then it kind of went on from there. I saved some of the audio interludes that went between episodes:
Interlude #1: My baby why you treat me so mean.
Interlude #2: I have secrets but you have something better.
Interlude #3: State of the nation.
So, there's that.
You're probably wondering how my lips are, since they were pretty chapped when I wrote the last entry. Well, I am happy to inform you that my lips are better now.