October 26th, 2007


Let Me Tell You a Bedtime Story

FearZone.com has posted a video of me reading a snippet of General Slocum's Gold. You can check it out here.

Me, I can't bring myself to watch it more than a few seconds. I just judge myself too harshly. I think my face looks awful and my voice sounds terrible (I was getting over a nasty cold when the video was made), I see only places where I stumble and words I should have changed, all that crazy stuff. I should hire a therapist to watch it with me.

Craziness aside, Greg tells me it's going to be the main piece on FearZone.com all weekend, so that's cool.

Hungry Kitty

Tonight, I schlepped through wrath-of-God, Noah's-ark rain to the Upper East Side to have dinner with the inimitable suricattus. New York has never quite recovered from her exodus, but today I saw people cowering in the shadows and gibbering on the subway -- it was as if they knew she had returned! (Alas, not permanently, just for a couple of days.)

It was a blast seeing her, as it always is. It's so rare that I get any one-on-one time with her because we usually see each other at conventions, so it felt like we had tons to catch up on over our Chinese feast at a place called Sunny on 81st Street and Third Avenue. (Some of the best fried pork dumplings I've had, by the way, though the sesame chicken wasn't anything special.)

We called it an early night, since I had an hour's schlep home in front of me. Somehow I managed to leave the Upper East Side without visiting my mother!