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FastFix here. Hard to articulate... but there’s something about 5:00 that feels more rounded out than 4:30, don’t you think?
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FastFix here. Hard to articulate... but there’s something about 5:00 that feels more rounded out than 4:30, don’t you think?
I don’t take edits: Hey, you’re a fan of mine. Isn’t this the kind of audacity that drew you to my work in the first place?
St. Louis Cardinals: You can't climax unless it's a 1-0 pitchers' duel.
Good News: He has a graduate degree. Bad News: It's an MFA.
I read Act I of your screenplay "The Library" while sighing and pretending to process your order.
In my dreams I’m on Jeopardy! and they’re asking questions only about my family. The host says, “Aunt Mimi,” and I buzz in. “Who is Rob’s wife?” “Correct.” “Aunts for a thousand.”
I asked a restaurant host if he validated. “Yes,” he said. “You are kind and deserving of respect.”
Sometimes I type my computer password incorrectly and hit Enter and my computer rejects it. But then sometimes I hit Enter again as if to say, “Please?”
—First name?
—Jeff.
—Surname?
—Sir Jeff.
People say they “summer” or even “winter” places, but never “fall.” “I fall in Delaware.” I think that means you live there.
I went to Davidson College. I was… I always forget the difference between Magna Cum Laude and Summa Cum Laude. Anyway, I was neither.
People say I look the same as I did in high school. I was ugly in high school.
I started writing notes to self, but I gave up because I never wrote back.
Jesus spoke to me at church last night. “You wore that yesterday,” he said.
I come from a very pretentious family. Our pet owl said “whom, whom.”
This, ultimately, is the message of the holiday card: “These are the best moments of our year—and they’re not even that good.”
I guess after eighteen years, I’m willing to consider accounting my “calling.”
It’s kind of amazing how many words you can get out of the letters W, H, and O. Think about it: There’s “who,” of course. There’s “how.” Ah, maybe it’s just two.
Sometimes people qualify time as “good”: “How long’s it take to get there?” “A good half hour.” What’s a bad half hour? Is that when you have to listen to jazz fusion?
I like eating at a diner. I like when the place is named after me.
The artist bio can go south really fast: painter, photographer, calligrapher, dentist.
My kids are of the age now where their magic tricks are all in three parts, and the middle part is always “Look away.”
Men will respond to any number you say out loud. “He got it for 899.” “Wow.” “I know.” “Is that a good deal?” “I don’t know.” “Dollars or cents?” “I don’t know.” “What’d he get again?” “I forget.”
I hear a lot of interesting kids names at the playground: Emory, Wellesley, Cornell. These parents really seem focused on college admissions. My wife and I weren’t so ambitious. When our son came out, we looked at each other and said, “Ball State.”
I have this friend I call “the priest” because he wears all black and carries a rosary. Once he even enrolled at a seminary and took a vow of chastity, and now he says Mass every day and lives at a rectory. He’s a priest.