Just a note that newcritics is wrapping up its comedy blogathon today, so if you're in need of a chuckle, a chortle, a titter or a snort, head on over and choose from a wide palette of offerings. I've particularly enjoyed Noel Vera's reminder of the wry pleasures of George Burns in Oh, God!. (Vera's site in general is excellent, with a unique slant toward Philippine cinema.) And I grinned all the way through a Lance Mannion piece that deftly combines Barnes & Noble, a shy sketch artist, a hot blonde, and Chekhovian dramatic structure, right up to a tragicomic denuouement I found discomfitingly familiar. Where were you when I've needed you, buddy?
3 comments:
Shit, I was with my girlfriend when she decided to leave her book behind, walk out, shrug her shoulders, come back to fetch the book, and walk out of my life. If I had made any move at all, my girlfriend would have had me hanging by my underwear--she'd spotted her and was watching me like a hawk.
That said, I didn't quite regret it. The one that got away was blonde, but the one that had me hooked by her fingernails was smart as a whip. It was a good relationship anyway.
Oh, and thanks for the mention, and thanks for the story.
You're welcome. Though Lance wrote the story; I just linked to it.
Post a Comment