Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Wasteland
I am reading Patton Oswalt's new book right now. It's a nice read; funny and compelling, but I noticed something. So many of these new books AREN'T books. So many of these new celebrated authors don't bother writing novels. They are mishmashed memoirs and jokey sections. I could totally pull this off, and it is much easier than a novel. Thanks lazy readers/writers, for giving me hope.
Speaking of memoirs I wish I could write about half the shit that happens to me in here.
Instead I'll just continue to complain about my car. The radiator exploded and the windshield needs to be replaced. Trust me, that is so not as interesting as the real shit I want to complain about.
Apparently we are all lined up for another snowpocalypse again today. I don't really care. It's all the same to me.
To bright futures.
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