From the man I simply refer to as "GIA Guy": "I just found out today that 'Cumulonimbus' has been selected for a reading session at the National Seminar in Dallas this summer....So, that puts this piece on the fast track and I'll hopefully have proofs for you next week so that you can respond before your vacation. Congratulations!" So that's a very good sign.
--- Contests update.
There is no contests update. I still haven't heard from either of the groups I was supposed to hear from in April: neither TCM (which I've now officially written off), nor the Yale Glee Club (which I've not written off, since they explicitly said they were going to mail everyone with the results). Further, I was next planning to enter the bass clarinet contest on the right-hand side of this page, but upon going to the page yesterday, they tell you that you need to fill out an entry form to enter, but there's no entry form on the page. So. I don't know. I may switch my contest for this month to the hymn thing.
--- The best ever moment of "Desperate Housewives" ever. Ever.
Just before the opening credits on Sunday, when, without saying a word, Bob Newhart managed to covey a series of a dozen different emotions in no more than five seconds, ending in utter what-am-I-going-to-do-ahhhhh. Better than the entire rest of the episode put together (minus the moment when Frasier's agent pulled out the knife, which was the second-best ever moment of "Desperate Housewives" ever).
--- Weasel wording of the week.
BoSox manager Terry Francona, talking about John Olerud when he joined the team: "I guess he was evidently in pretty good shape[.]"
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
