Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day. One of the most interesting ever… In fact, I should probably be one nervous sumbitch right now. But for some reason I’m not. Go figure.
I’m kinda-sorta superstitious, and don’t want to start dropping names here too soon. So, I’m going to be a little vague, if you don’t mind. I don’t want the fate gods to get irritated with me.
But I’m going to New York City tomorrow, to meet with a friend who helped get me signed with one of the best literary agencies in the world. She’s an actress/model/TV personality, and fan of the West Virginia Surf Report.
She said she found the site while doing a search for “hitler cats” several years ago, and has been reading ever since. You’d know her, she’s in movies you’ve seen, etc. And she’s been a huge help to me. She knows everybody, and some of our email conversations have blown my mind…
Like, “Bill Murray is staying at our farm this weekend, and I showed him your Alli article. He couldn’t stop laughing…” You know, things like that.
So, I’m going to meet her in the afternoon. Then the two of us have an appointment with the owner of the lit agency. She knows him well, and is going to introduce us. And we’re going to talk about my book.
Can you believe all this? I cannot. Holy shitmittens. And I’m sorry that I’m being kind of frugal with the details here. But you know me… Eventually you’ll get the full story.
Wish me luck. Before turning in tonight, please say a little prayer, and ask that I not vomit, say anything incredibly stupid, or tugboat-fart during the big meeting. I’d really appreciate it.
And in case you missed it, we’re in the middle of our annual (give or take) Surf Report roll call. If you haven’t yet registered your city and state, or city and country, please do so in the comments section here. Hopefully we’ll have representation from all fifty states. Last time we were shy one Dakota, I think.
And I hate to cut this one short, but I’ve got roughly seven to four million things to do today. After the kids get home, I’m going to be running a freaking shuttle service, for one thing…
So, I’ll leave you with a semi-related Question of the Day.
If someone were to write the story of your life, and publish it as a book, what would you like the title to be? What do you think it should be?
And if that seems too far-out, just tell us what should be on your headstone, once it’s all over. What two or three things would you like to be remembered for? Harv was in touch with his legacy. What about you?
I’ll probably post a short update about my Gomer in the City adventure, sometime over the weekend. So, stay tuned for that.
And I’ll see ya then!
Have a great day, my friends.
T. Farty – great book titles! get started on them right away, please.
hi,
swami- ‘plane’ is good, (plain and simple!) ‘Aeroplane’ sounds a bit pre-school!
I’ve absolutely no aidea why its a ‘fish bar’! Its a bar that doesn’t serve drinks or fish who want one!
It also sucks. I have to make a 20mile round trip to get decent fish &chips when the ‘Fish Bar’ is only 20 yrds from my front door!
on a related subject, here’s a schocking stat I read yesterday about my nations desires,
‘Over 90 per cent wanted more deep-fried chocolate available as a takeaway snack. Nearly 70 per cent wanted haggis to be available as a takeaway option.’
Watch out for a ‘Haggis Bar’ near you soon!
Jahwohl! It vas a schock to me too!
The mystery actress is obviously Lindsay Lohan.
Or Paris Hilton.
I’m gonna guess Kirsty Alley?
Or Geena Davis? Jessica Lange? Sigourney Weaver? Idk.
~ Ian the Errolite
I’ve always wanted to come up with a recipe for “Haggis on a Stick”. I think it would be a big success.
Has anyone else checked about 49 times today to see if there is an update? Dying to know what happened in NYC.
he fell asleep on the LIRR
…and did he ever return?
There is a time portal one passes through on a mission such as this and re-entry can be tricky. Your past and present suspends and you actually put yourself into your future and momentarily loose your way and sometimes the desire ever to return again.
“lose”…crap….now I looked 53 times…..fuck!
Patience Grasshopper…all will be revealed in time.
I’ve checked so many times, Gomer Pyle is starting to look attractive.
This suspense is killing me!
It might help to be entertained by those lovely faux-lesbians t.A.T.u. while we’re waiting for Jeff to find his way back to Scranton. Just pump up the volume and haul down your trousers…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MuZwnC9rB-A&NR=1
JTB…you had me at “lesbians”…
Just like in high school, I’m trying to get my “homework” done for Monday morning. But tonight I’m multitasking with James Taylor on HDNet in a (mostly) unplugged performance. When I think back to HS, it used to be “The ABC Sunday Night Movie” theme that meant I couldn’t procrastichilax any longer… Not that anyone really asked…
It seems like quite a few of us are just dying in antici
JTB, that was mean.
my smily face icon didn’t make it through…
I’m now pretty sure my tombstone will say “Damn computers!”