||[Feb. 21st, 2006|12:30 am]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
It is now officially my birthday! I am thirty-seven years old! Woohoo! *sits in electric scooter, rolls to cupboard, puts on party hat*|
Had dinner with the mother unit tonight. In one of her overstuffed closets she found my old Certificate of Merit honoring me as a recipient of a New York State Regents Scholarship from back in 1987. (Signed by Roy M. Goodman, New York State Senator, 26th District!) As I remember, you could get this particular scholarship just for spelling your name right on the SATs. They gave you something like $200 a year to help with tuition, which was a ridiculously unhelpful amount even back then.
While my mom was in the bathroom, I decided to check out what other goodies might be in that closet. There, under dusty copies of Walk In Shadows, Bell, Book & Beyond, The Best of Horrorfind, Poddities and City Slab was an old typewritten story of mine I had no idea she'd squirreled away. It was a Lovecraft ripoff written back in '88 or '89, before I'd even read much Lovecraft at all, called "The Cult of Pazuzu." It's as dreadful as it sounds. I left it there in an act of defiance, but now I wish I'd taken it with me so I could reprint some of the awful prose here for your reading pleasure. Maybe next time.
Anyway, spimby, nihilistic_kid, I hope your birthdays were grand yesterday!