Kevin Thurman's Blog, page 6
January 15, 2014
Hey Matt, sorry about flooding your box lately. (I'm not writing ATM, so time to write letters?) You said something about working at night and it made me remember a Kirby anecdote: his wife wouldn't let him drive for fear of crashing while daydreaming. How
it did once and my wife called me on it, and she was right — i was being a dick, and using “writing” as an excuse. writers that pretend to be in the throes of some kind of genius-demon, some kind of possessing spirit that refuses to let them engage with Normal Life are bullshit artists of the highest degree, looking to excuse their antisocial tendencies and bad manners away with a flourish of vocabulary and the semantic waving of hands. you carry your work with you al the time. everyone does....
Hey Matt, sorry about flooding your box lately. (I'm not writing ATM, so time to write letters?) You said something about working at night and it made me remember a Kirby anecdote: his wife wouldn't let him drive for fear of crashing while daydreaming. How
it did once and my wife called me on it, and she was right — i was being a dick, and using “writing” as an excuse. writers that pretend to be in the throes of some kind of genius-demon, some kind of possessing spirit that refuses to let them engage with Normal Life are bullshit artists of the highest degree, looking to excuse their antisocial tendencies and bad manners away with a flourish of vocabulary and the semantic waving of hands. you carry your work with you al the time. everyone does....
Hey Matt, sorry about flooding your box lately. (I'm not writing ATM, so time to write letters?) You said something about working at night and it made me remember a Kirby anecdote: his wife wouldn't let him drive for fear of crashing while daydreaming. How
it did once and my wife called me on it, and she was right — i was being a dick, and using “writing” as an excuse. writers that pretend to be in the throes of some kind of genius-demon, some kind of possessing spirit that refuses to let them engage with Normal Life are bullshit artists of the highest degree, looking to excuse their antisocial tendencies and bad manners away with a flourish of vocabulary and the semantic waving of hands. you carry your work with you al the time. everyone does....
Hey Matt, sorry about flooding your box lately. (I'm not writing ATM, so time to write letters?) You said something about working at night and it made me remember a Kirby anecdote: his wife wouldn't let him drive for fear of crashing while daydreaming. How
it did once and my wife called me on it, and she was right — i was being a dick, and using “writing” as an excuse. writers that pretend to be in the throes of some kind of genius-demon, some kind of possessing spirit that refuses to let them engage with Normal Life are bullshit artists of the highest degree, looking to excuse their antisocial tendencies and bad manners away with a flourish of vocabulary and the semantic waving of hands. you carry your work with you al the time. everyone does....
January 6, 2014
There’s no rosemary sundried chicken apple pesto in that...
There’s no rosemary sundried chicken apple pesto in that sausage!
While I can never understand Max’s love of men and sports,...
While I can never understand Max’s love of men and sports, everything else I totally relate to.
Do you hear me, rats?!
I have never had a spirit animal until...
Do you hear me, rats?!
I have never had a spirit animal until I watched Happy Endings. Now my life is complete.
