May 2010
56 posts
Paper Cone 4 Was the Best Night of My Life
HA. GOTCHA! Not really, guys. The best night of my life was when I was in 8th grade and I was staying at a hotel in NYC with my mom and as we were leaving the lobby for dinner the guy in front of me held open the door and smiled and it was PAUL REISER. But Paper Cone 4 holds a pretty close second.
I’m just kind of shocked at how awesome all of our readers were. Some of them I had never even heard read before (and some were first-timers), I just crossed my fingers and it worked. Everyone really killed. When you can make a room of 20-something sweaty hipsters laugh, you know you’re talented. It’s a tough crowd, guys. I should know. My jokes always bomb big time and I’m hilarious (call my grandma for verification).
Unfortunately, because I was having such a fantastic time, I have absolutely no photographic evidence of the night. (If anyone else does, please let me know!) And on that note, Kayla and I were thinking of asking for a volunteer photographer for our events. You would drink free. Let me know if you are interested.
But this latest change is one I just can’t accept. I clicked on my profile the other day to check out what was going on with me lately and was asked if I wanted to “link” my interests and such to pages. There was no button for “Decline” or “No, thanks, I actually don’t want to be a fan of a page called ‘Writing About My Feelings,’ as awesome as that sounds.” And the worst part is, as far as I can tell, you can no longer write in text for any of the profile “favorites” fields, which is just, ya know, crushing to my psyche. It took me a good five years to come up with “I break the ice with people I don’t know by telling them I cried at ‘Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants’” for my “Favorite Movies.” Now how will people know I’m super irreverent and fun?!
josh duboff writes about devastating facebook makeovers. hilarious. come out tomorrow night and hear him read a story about high school.
now that i have educated my mother about tumblr, she has been commenting on all my posts. now that i have educated my mother about tumblr, she says things like “wayne is yelling at the tv screen, he needs his own tumblr.”
except what she actually says is, “he should be on tumblr”
like it’s a very popular sitcom.
“Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”
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E. L. Doctorow (via simko)
my writing professor senior year read us this quote, and i always think about it when i’m writing. it’s one of the most accurate descriptions i’ve ever heard. i never know where i’m going.
