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So that’s where they went.

Rhiannon is coughing.  I reach into my inner jacket pocket, grab a tube of cough drops, and hand it to her without looking.

“Take one of these,” I say, as suavely as I can manage.

“Why do I need a towel?” she asks.

I look down.  I’ve actually handed her a tube of compressed travel towels.

“Shit,” I say helpfully, as I dig around for the tube of Hall’s I bought at Gas & Go.

I’d forgotten that I had those towels.

Add comment November 19th, 2009

I’ll get you for this, Leno

me: Somehow we did a scene that crossed ‘Song of the South’ with ‘The Flintstones’. Think Barney and Fred picking cotton in blackface. We got there after exploring a scene where they make Flintstones chewable black tar heroin.

Dan: Oh, awkward. Leno did that same bit Monday night.

me: Oh, yeah. I remember. That was right after the bit where he asks people on the street questions about the sky’s color.

Dan: yeah, he usually opens with the edgy stuff

Add comment November 11th, 2009

Writing Experiment

I have a new feed on twitter:  @too_thinky

This feed mirrors my away messages, and stray thoughts throughout the day.  The goal of the project is to babble all day long, while still producing interesting posts, all in under 140 characters. Think of it as part improv calisthenics, part pandering to @mgrdcm

Why is this a new feed, instead of the old one?  Because there’s a chance that it will become a TL/DR fest, and nobody needs that dumped in their lap without warning.  For more well thought out, slower updates, feel free to follow @imlerdr

Add comment November 9th, 2009