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Adventures with an unreliable narrator.
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Oct 19 06: waaaaah
I just turned down a ticket to go see the final game of the National League Championship Series with a friend. And why? Because I’m having dinner tonight with a whole bunch of my nearest and dearest, most of whom I haven’t seen in, like, a month. Since before a whole bunch of stuff happened. People I love. As you can plainly see, because I just turned down a ticket to go see the Mets fight their way into the Series. Maybe. I hope. [Pauses to adjust the Mets cap I wore to work today.]
Right. I’m being ridiculous. Give me a moment to stop hyperventilating, and I’ll be fine. For one thing, it’ll probably rain tonight, and for another these grapes are probably sour anyway.
ETA: Definitely made the right choice, and not just because the Mets lost. The meal was the occasion for two of my dearest friends in the world to announce that they’re expecting a baby in the spring. Lovely.
Oct 11 06: bunny, bunny
I can’t remember who I was promising to show this to, so I’m putting it here instead: the Morbid Tendencies Unfortunate Animal of the Month Club. Had I stacks of cash suitable for burning on such things, this is something I’d burn it on, perhaps by subscribing my favorite niece and nephew to the service.
Horrible mutant stuffy toys: some with too many heads or limbs, and some with too few; some with mismatched features, and some with reclaimed animal skulls and/or other parts where you’d expect something insipid and cuddly to be. Or maybe it’s a cuddly bunny with horrible teeth! And if you get the deluxe package, the fun doesn’t stop there:
The creatures at the $50 level are the very best efforts I produce, and they will be “wrapped,” like a present from your really, really cool Aunt that you don’t actually have. It may be packed in leaves, wrapped in an odd length of fabric, a placemat, yards and yards and yards of string, joss paper—you just never know, and it won’t be the same twice. There will be a note from the Unfortunate Animal to you, written on god-knows-what, and it’s quite likely not to make a great deal of sense, or may be written in verse (Unfortunate Animals are very odd creatures, after all); unwrapping it will be an adventure in a different way each time.
Ha.
But for the moment, I have no such surfeit of funds; and so I shall have to content myself by getting the delightful children in my life cuddly stuffed versions of the unspeakable things that wait to plunge the world of men into chaos and flame. Because I am a loving uncle.
Oct 6 06: ny moment #41,215
I had a famous-person sighting on the sidewalk today as I was off to grab some lunch: Gilbert Gottfried. I am pleased to report that I maintained the cool detachment that befits a New Yorker, and thereby did not give him the smacking he so richly deserves.
the nephew marches on
My nephew Nathan is a year old today. He looks like this, only I imagine that most of the time he doesn’t have food all over him. One year ago today, I was scrambling out to Long Island to look after his big sister for the night while his parents were otherwise occupied. Happy birthday, sweet boy. Astonishing how fast the time has gone by, and how much has changed since then, and not just for you.