When I Have Nothing to Say, My Lips Are Sealed

Alive, well, just busy with other writing stuff and occasionally real life too (yes, it exists. Yes, I have one). Go have a good Sunday, people. See you tomorrow.

17 Comments on “When I Have Nothing to Say, My Lips Are Sealed

  1. Good Sunday indeed. I got to play handbells for the prelude, the sermon was short, the anthems were awesome (They had percussion!), and then, to top it all off, church got out early!!! Yup, good Sunday =)

  2. Are you sick? Contagious? Anything exotic like the Black Death or Whooping Cough?

  3. So are they sealed in the Go-Gos sense or in the later, Everclear-cover sense?

  4. No, they’re sealed in the Talking Heads sense, ironically enough.

  5. “Real Life” A Movie Coming To A Theatre Near You!
    Starring A Super-Mega-Intelligent Penguin, A Flying Boat and A Herd of Talking Cats (who don’t mind a bit of mild torture). And introducing John Scalzi cleaning his yard of debris after that big wind storm that blew by.

  6. As Wittgenstein himself wrote: “The right method of philosophy would be this: To say nothing except what can be said” [proposition 6.53].

    Well, duh!

  7. And here I thought we were getting a “Psycho Killer” post. For a fun-filled Sunday, try watching all 8 gazillion cover versions of this song on YouTube. Good times.

  8. It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.
    — A. Lincoln

  9. By rights of Conformity to Scalzian Reality, I can’t write into the “10 Things…” thread and so must venture to ask here for a similar article concerning “Adult Writers”. What advice would you give them? I’m sure they suck too, and want to know how to un-suck themselves. Or is it the same advice, just with the word “Adult” pasted in?

  10. I go and see David Byrne in concert and, next thing I know, Scalzi is quoting him on the Whatever. Hmm, I suspect someone is throwing meaningless coincidences my way, in the vague hope of making my head explode.

  11. Boskone just wasn’t the same without you. (And with Brother Guy AWOL as well, panels just weren’t as much fun.) Any chance you’ll be back at Boskone next year?

  12. Ah, now must I wear the cured belly of a swine carcass to atone for my sins? Or is that honor reservered for only vetted Scalzian worshippers?

  13. Say something once, why say it again?

    Ever notice how Psycho Killer and “T.N.T.” are so similarthematically and musically? They are even both in the key of A, although Psycho Killer is in the minor. I figure one is the nerd version of the other.

    Trey

  14. Totally sound stuff, that.
    Something I need to learn, as I often make noise just so I’m heard, not because I actually have anything to say. Why make people think bad of you, instead of waiting till you have something really good? Yep, I could learn from that. I CAN learn from that.