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Snippets: When you run out of Pantene and Olay…

Me: Do you think it matters if I use your shampoo and body wash for a while?
Andy: No. Well, you’ll smell like a boy.
Me: True, but no one smells me.
Andy: I smell you!
Me: So? I’ll still smell like a nice, clean boy.
Andy: I don’t want to smell a boy in my bed, no matter how nice or clean he is…

Snippets: We’re so romantic

Inspired by ThingsMyBoyfriendSays.com, I decided to start recording some of my conversations with Andy. This is from Sunday night.

Me: I KNEW you were going to say that.
Andy: How?
Me: Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because we’ve been dating for three and a half years?
Andy: Fine, then what am I going to do RIGHT NOW?
Andy: I’m going to snort your arm!

[proceeds to try and snort my arm]

Andy: Can you feel that?
Me: NO! Your nose does not create enough suction for me to feel it on my arm.

[tries harder]

Andy: Can you feel that?
Me: No!
Andy: Really? Because now I’m actually blowing my nose on your arm.

Not the brightest bulb in the box…

me: not all of us can be geniuses like you, okay?
this is why you’re at harvard
and i’m a writer
b/c i accidentally put underwear on inside out

Marci: haha
so why are we both poor?

me: LOL
good question…

LOL Sinfest

This is my life.

Even more reading about writing

Another day without Andy, another Atlantic Monthly article.

Riley spent most of his day going between the two pillows I laid flat on the couch, taking turns lying on each. Sadly I am not that easily entertained. Instead, I spent most of today tearing up over television (We Are Marshall and Grey’s Anatomy reruns) and cleaning. Much more interesting, right?


Once you get past the intro, “Writing, Typing, and Economics” is pretty good, contrary to what its title might suggest.

All writers know that on some golden mornings they are touched by the wand — are on intimate terms with poetry and cosmic truth. I have experienced those moments myself. Their lesson is simple: It’s a total illusion. And the danger in the illusion is that you will wait for those moments. Such is the horror of having to face the typewriter that you will spend all your time waiting. I am persuaded that most writers, like most shoemakers, are about as good one day as the next (a point which Trollope made), hangovers apart. The difference is the result of euphoria, alcohol, or imagination. The meaning is that one had better go to his or her typewriter every morning and stay there regardless of the seeming result. It will be much the same.

The best place to write is by yourself, because writing becomes an escape from the terrible boredom of your own personality.

And one of particular interest to me, She Who Cannot Be Funny To Save Her Life:

I would urge my young writers to avoid all attempts at humor. … Humor is an intensely personal, largely internal thing. What pleases some, including the source, does not please others. … Also, as Art Buchwald has pointed out, we live in an age when it is hard to invent anything that is as funny as everyday life.

Hmm, should I let Dooce and Jon Stewart know? Oh wait, their humor IS based on everyday life.

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