That terribly incompetent bit speaks to me. My brain is hurting from trying to figure out how to write what I want to write. Pretty sure this story is going to die halfway through.
A telegram from Dorothy Parker that speaks directly from the Pit:
http://www.lettersofnote.com/2011/06/i-cant-look-you-in-voice.html
The telegram is so anguished.
Funny that just yesterday I was reading about Dorothy Parker. Evidently, the copyrights for her works are in a mess.
Someone asked her to use horticulture in a sentence, and she came back quickly with, 'you can lead a horticulture but you can't make her think.'
And before I sign off to sit down and not write, I thought this piece of news today was very Pittish.
"Pfizer said on Tuesday it was recalling about a million packets of birth control pills in the United States because they may not contain enough contraceptive to prevent pregnancy."
So, ummm, if any pitizens take, well, you know, then...better check it out.
I'm sorry to hear that, and empathize. Nuff said.Gee, does it qualify as a bright side then that I haven't had sex in like six months? Lucky me.
It's its own kind of intelligence. A person who can write code and dissertations his whole life can be a dull and awkward conversationalist, but some of these people who are sharp and funny to talk to? Yeah, that's a skill that I envy so much. They don't teach that in college - well, not in class.I have always been in awe of people who could think fast and do quick witty comebacks. I was always the person who'd come up with one like 17 hours later, thinking, "Damn, I should have said that." I think that's why I write. So I have ample time to think about stuff.
Gee, does it qualify as a bright side then that I haven't had sex in like six months? Lucky me.