….like shit. I thought it was allergies, but now I think I caught Famous Author Rob Byrnes’s cold. How does he DO that? He’s so powerful. He broke my coffeemaker. He gave me a cold.
It is to be hoped that everyone within the Times-Dispatch’s
circulation area is on amazon.com right now ordering Greg Herren’s books to see what all the fuss is about. I’m currently looking up places that may refuse to let Famous Author Rob Byrnes as well as Almost As Famous As Rob Byrnes Author Timothy J. Lambert appear. It’s great when the Frantic and Fearful do your public relations for you, no?
Saturday Tom and I had lunch with three of the eleven liberal Democrats we know in Texas, one of whom is a librarian. We talked about Rep. Gerald Allen’s attempt to remove and bury any GLBT-themed books now in the public libraries of my home state of Alabama.
I mentioned that I was envious that author Michael Holloway Perronne
had sent Rep. Allen a shovel along with a copy of his book A TIME BEFORE ME. My friend Christine suggested a little photo doctoring of Timothy and me, and the result is what I like to think Rep. Allen might call “Unamerican Gothic.”
Hunter S. Thompson
1937 – 2005
My favorite all-time HST quote: “When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”
Thank you for making me laugh and think and question and rage, all without the benefit of strong hallucinogens—because you did them for me. Your voice will be missed because the going has never been weirder.
Even though I usually want to be just like Tim, apparently Famous Author Rob Byrnes (scroll down that page for Rob’s commentary on coffee) is edging his way into my unnatural obsessiveness. Today I got up and realized we were out of coffee. But even in my befuddled state, I remembered that there were some beans tucked away in the freezer. I got them, ground them, and proceeded to make coffee. Or so I thought. The coffeemaker. Is. Dead.
How CAN my score indicate that I am less of a loser than Famous Author Rob Byrnes?
I must have lied on some of my answers, because I know FARB is cooler than I am. After all, he lives in NYC.
How cool are you?
I can’t wait to see Jim and Timmy when they get here tonight. It’s been nearly two years since Tim and I saw Timmy, and nearly a year and a half since we saw Jim. Not only will we have the personal enjoyment of a reunion, but this is where ideas are born for Timothy James Beck.
Of course, Timmy’s flight was delayed. It’s always an adventure when he flies here. But still, by midnight tonight, the four writers will be together and entertaining Tom and the dogs.
I just talked to Timmy. That’s Tim II. Or Second Timothy. Or Alternatim. Sometimes I forget how much I like and love him. And then I remember.
….I may eventually even get the hang of this.
If anyone reading this ever goes to bookstores, and you see an author sitting all alone at a table waiting to sign books, just buy one. So what if it’s “Favorite Midwestern Recipes Using Jello?” An autographed book always makes a nice gift for your Aunt Hazel or someone.
It’s very hard to be an author sitting all alone at a table. That’s why I have writing partners.