Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Writing for the Harlan Daily is the first real writing deadline I've ever had to contend with. To keep out of trouble I try to keep five or six columns ahead all the time. Prior to last night I hadn't written anything in a couple of weeks. Writer's block. Then last night, something popped and stuff started falling out of my head. Finished a column about meeting women and started one about the Olsen Twins, one about mens' underwear, and one about a bastard not named Painted Pony. Highbrow topics are the name of the game.
I got an email from a reader yesterday. It was the nicest letter I've ever gotten from someone I didn't know. She mentioned something at the end of the letter about me living in Harlan County. Should I tell her and ruin the illusion?
no. lead her on.... then tell her your real name is Paul, and you're actually from Canada.
That seems unecesarilly cruel. Did I spell unecesarilly right? I usually don't.
perhaps, if you have a fan, and that fan takes the time to read your columns, maybe that person might read your blog too...
CRAP! Busted!
Glad you found it. Enjoy yourself. Don't send P.Dirty pictures of yourself no matter how much he ask.
I'll try to keep that in mind although Ive been told that my own blog readership would expand exponentially (as in beyond my close friends and my dog) if I were to start posting said dirty pictures.
It's worth a try. Although, I find every time I post a picture of myself, my hit count goes down. But then again, I have a face like a jar full of smashed asses...
I told everyone in Harlan that you'd never been here today- they were appalled, actually only the one was appalled, and I think he was just faking it because he thinks I'll talk to him more. The rest of them either couldn't read, didn't read your column, or didn't give a flying rats arse where you were from.
Wait, wait, hold up... I think I misunderstood you. It sounded like you said there were people in Harland who don't read my column. That can't be right...
Post a Comment
I got an email from a reader yesterday. It was the nicest letter I've ever gotten from someone I didn't know. She mentioned something at the end of the letter about me living in Harlan County. Should I tell her and ruin the illusion?
no. lead her on.... then tell her your real name is Paul, and you're actually from Canada.
That seems unecesarilly cruel. Did I spell unecesarilly right? I usually don't.
perhaps, if you have a fan, and that fan takes the time to read your columns, maybe that person might read your blog too...
CRAP! Busted!
Glad you found it. Enjoy yourself. Don't send P.Dirty pictures of yourself no matter how much he ask.
I'll try to keep that in mind although Ive been told that my own blog readership would expand exponentially (as in beyond my close friends and my dog) if I were to start posting said dirty pictures.
It's worth a try. Although, I find every time I post a picture of myself, my hit count goes down. But then again, I have a face like a jar full of smashed asses...
I told everyone in Harlan that you'd never been here today- they were appalled, actually only the one was appalled, and I think he was just faking it because he thinks I'll talk to him more. The rest of them either couldn't read, didn't read your column, or didn't give a flying rats arse where you were from.
Wait, wait, hold up... I think I misunderstood you. It sounded like you said there were people in Harland who don't read my column. That can't be right...
Post a Comment
