My Kid Has More Writing Awards Than Me

Her second consecutive Creative Writing Award at the school’s end of the year awards ceremony. Yeah, I’m happy. Of course, this means my kid has two more writing awards than I do. I hope to correct this sometime in the reasonably near future, but in the meantime there are far worse fates for a parent to face.

Letters From Neighborhood Bigots

So, a week ago, I wrote up a review of the Will and Grace season finale for my Dayton Daily News DVD column. Today I got a letter from a local bigot on the matter. I’d like to share a little bit of the letter with you and my thoughts thereof. Because of the language, I have it sequestered away behind the cut. Follow the link below. Please note that as much as possible I tried to preserve the original typography of the letter in the excerpt.

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Bad News, Good News, Appalling News

Let’s go with the bad news first: Whatever the con crud is that I’ve caught has well and truly kicked my ass; I slept until 11am today and my big plan for the rest of the day is to crawl into bed again as soon as I am able. Unfortunately this conflicts with what were my other plans for the day, which were to hop into my car, drive to Chicago, and see members of the University of Chicago Class of 1991 for our 15th reunion. But as I just wrote to a couple of dear friends of mine, I’m not in a condition to drive, and also, I don’t think that the thing I want to do with people I have not seen in 15 years is infect them all.

So for today, at least, I am staying home and recuperating. If I’m feeling better tomorrow, I’ll make the drive to Chicago. So here’s hoping I feel better, because there are a lot of classmates I’ve been looking forward to seeing. I kind of feel like a schmuck for missing things tonight, but inasmuch as I’d be standing there wobbling slightly with a deathly look on my face while everyone else is having fun, I don’t know that folks would be missing much. Anyway. For those U of C folks who were hoping to see me: Unbelievably sorry. Maybe tomorrow.

Good news: My wayward cell phone, lost at Wiscon, has been found and is being shipped back to me as we speak. I plan on giving the cell phone a stern talking to.

Appalling news: My pal Gwenda Bond has done as she’s threatened to do for the last week or so and sent along the really revealing shot of me doing my striptease at the Wiscon karaoke party. Naturally, I had to post it here. To keep people from unintentionally viewing the horror that is me without my shirt, I’ve made the image a pop-up picture. Click this link at your own peril. Is the picture safe for work? Well, if you mean “the only thing you’ll see is an out-of-shape 30-something making an ass of himself without a top,” then, yes, it’s safe for work. If you mean “you’ll be disciplined when your screams of ‘My eyes! MY EYES!’ reverberate throughout the office,” then, well, no. It’s not work safe in the slightest.