Something about this holiday season and conversations with my Mom . . .
Conversation With My Mom (Part II):
Me: What do you get a baby for Christmas?
Mom: What?
Me: A baby. For Christmas?
Mom: What kind?
Me: . . . . . human.
Mom: What?
Me: My Goddaughter.
Mom: Oh . . . OH . . . that baby. [laughing] I thought you were saying that you wanted a baby for Christmas and were asking about that.
Me: No. I dozed off in Health Class but I have a pretty good idea how to make one of those. I mean, we do have Animal Planet.
The novel contest is starting to drive me nuts. Waking up, every day, for several months thinking THIS COULD BE THE DAY! and rushing to the computer can do bad things to your brain.
Mysterious, unaccounted for, and unexplained bags of coffee managed to get into my room, all the way from Georgia, today. I’d explain that statement, but it sounds better cryptic.
My parents home has a very SLOTH effect on me and I got to figure out a way to counteract it. Lazy is good . . . but this gets ridiculous. There’s more to do. Every day I should be asking myself how to sharpen my quills.
I often need to meditate to sort out the various cherubs and goblins in my head, but, I’m not much for routine, so there never is a set way, I always find a different ritual. Last night’s ritual involved driving about in the AM hours, past skeleton trees with the window open, listening to medieval winter music, and eating Taco Bell.
I’m uploading some Rasputina music. I can’t say all of it was acquired legally (and have you noticed that all of those “pirating music/movies is bad, don’t be a pirate” commercials have stopped? I think it’s because a certain set of Johnny Depp movies has the high entertainment execs worried that if they liken downloading to piracy, the kids will do it all the more. I mean, what little lad or lass with a decent bandwith doesn’t want to be a pirate?), but if I see them in person, I plan on slipping them a twenty spot. Fuck the middle man.
I suppose if I were to do this properly . . . I ought to spike up my coke with some rum . . .
. . . that’s better.
Yo-ho-ho.
Merry Christmas.
Joshua Alan Doetsch 
Okay, here’s the plan. Everyone needs to e-mail White Wolf seperately every day wanting to know when the contest will be announced. We can’t say we’re Josh’s friends, or we’ll just piss ’em off. Eventually, maybe they’ll get irritate and made an announcement to save Josh’s sanity. 😉 hee, hee
On a further note, in a way I understand the “This is the day” mentality. I went through that for five years. Every time my phone rang, I hoped it was a school. Every time the mail came, I hoped to find a letter from a school. Some schools were polite enough to let me know that the position had been filled; others kept me wondering, hoping, and frustrated. You were always the one who told me not to lose hope. One day, the call came in. Don’t lose hope.
Thanks, Genenda. =)
Speaking of which, congrats on all your recent successes (the play, your great students, the great evaluation). All those things that I knew was coming your way. I hate to say I told you so but . . . 😉
Lots of love.
When I stopped wishing to get a package in the mail, it finally came. And I was gone and couldn’t get it.
(I really wanted to post that just by itself because it makes it funnier, but I’ll continue to leave a better, more exciting comment…”
I love these conversations between you and your mother – I laugh with glee each time I read one. Heeheehee It was great to see you at school, even if it was just for a little while. When you come back next time we shall party til the vampires go to sleep, yes? Just keep holding on with that damn White Wolf business…..some people are crazily slow, but I’m sure things will arrive soon and you’ll be the famous author that we all want to party with….which is different than now only because you’ll be infinitely MORE famous than usual.
Good luck buying the baby a present. Might I suggest a package of Resse’s Peanut Butter Cups and a baby name book…so when she’s old enough to read she can look into changing her name, just like we’d always deviously planned. Muahahahahahaha! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MWHAHA….hahahaha.
Miss you and love you!
You are a delight.
And yes, next time we’ll party till the vampires turn to dust.
the guy in the middle of your picture kinda looks like he has fangs.
Yes . . . yes they are fangs, in point of fact. Hehe. Those costumes weren’t planned in concert, we just all happenend to be pirates and got together for the picture, at a friend’s party. The guy in the middle, was a vampire pirate (a “vampirate” if prefer a more Scooby-Doo vernacular).
But good spot. Now you can progress further in your vampire hunter training.
Why would I want to hunt them? They are generally more civilized than humans. Also, they’re bloody cool.
Fine, not hunting, watching, vampire watching…which brings to mind another book idea (in the same vein as the Zombie Survival Guide) . . . a Vampire Watcher’s hand book (you know with different species and tips and such).
I will keep an eye out for it. Isn’t that a strange phrase…keep an eye out for it. I wonder where that came from…actually taking one’s eye out? i somehow doubt it…but it would be neat.
Anyhoo, what’s up my asian brutha.