“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”
– Hunter S. Thompson
You may have noticed that there’s a great big white space in the sidebar of my blog. Don’t worry. It just means that I’ve left Facebook for a while.
Rest assured, however, that I’ll be back.
In the meantime, I hope you’ll read my blog. Maybe even subscribe, if you really like it.
I’ll try to write much funnier posts than this one — really!
Just … please … don’t forget about me, okay?
Meanwhile, let’s go forward into the past!
Here’s a rerun of a series of posts I did on my
dead archived retired author blog around the time I hit the New York Times bestseller list.
and Part 3!
While I’m at it, here are some interesting links I found around the Web in between reading like a madwoman, trying to peck out reviews, emails and the occasional tweet
and just trying to live a normal life while being secretly tortured by a horrible movement disorder called dystonia.
Documentaries don’t come any bigger-hearted than this one! I guess.
Well, Dan has tweeted the first 10 pages of his play. You should really, really check it out!
Tom Hanks and I have the same birthday. Isn’t that awesome? Well, I feel like a kid all the time.
And let’s get real. A blogger must keep it real in order to market online and reach readers effectively, am I right?
Thank you, Oscar Wilde! You were awesome.
I must admit, I breathed a sigh of relief when I disconnected from Facebook. Really!
Thank you, Cassie X! Those are the perfect words.
Finally, I was doing the teaser tonight, but before I did, I noticed Paul had posted about the latest James Bond movie. Well, that got me to thinking about the first time I met Paul on this blog, because of the Bond movies. So … really, we first bonded over Bond. Ha!
So … which do you think is creepier? This scene …?
It’s just a rhetorical question, of course.
PS: Did you know that someone on Twitter claims to be (and I quote): “Uterus whisperer. Life fixer. Love gardener. $1.50 matchmaker. Author of important stuff. A doctor, but not when Tweeting. Because this is my personal account.” Yes, really! Just click the link and see for yourself.
And I so totally meant it when I said that I’d rather visit you than go to California. That’s saying a whole lot. Just ask my
long-suffering husband, who’s been promising we’ll move there forever many years.
PPPS: Should I even be posting this? Hmm …!
So … here are some more links, that demonstrate my
horrible point, which I’ll post without comment. Just click on the links and you’ll understand. I hope.
Wait … wrong direction. Forward, into the past!
I only wish, Freckles Cassie. :-/ But I have to pay the light bill.
I see you’ve moved on to college. Awesome! You are real, aren’t you? :-/
I called Paul this morning, just to see if I could reach London. I managed to get through. It was so great to hear your voice, Paul. Well worth the 34 cents on my phone bill.
Well, I’ve got work to do … so I think you’re ready for these!
So … planning Operation Doofus and pulling it off are two different things, aren’t they? Especially when you’re falling to pieces secretly and people assume you’re lying, exaggerating, crazy, or being funny.
Yeah … can you pick the real zombie? Ha ha ha …
I’m sorry. Was I rambling? Feel free to just ignore the goofy blonde.
All hail Marx and Lennon!
UPDATE 2: Well … in between trying to
maintain a slim grasp on reality and read this damn book for review and just live a normal life of some sort, I decided to do a little online research on Scott Clevenger. Here are the results … on Twitpic, on Instagram and on LinkedIn. Hmm …!
Would the real Scott Clevenger please stand up? Ha!
“A comedian is not a person who opens a funny door — he’s the person who opens a door funny.”
– Chuck Jones
PS: To everyone barraging me with invites to GoodReads and connections on LinkedIn, please …
UPDATE 3: Thank you, Paul, for sharing this BBC article on Twitter.
Bonus link: Doctor Who scarf!