The Norm McDonald call stack shaggy dog story mystery revealed!
Category: Digital Neighbors
The first Anacrusis ad ever is running at Blank Label and its principal sites for the minimum of 20,000 pageviews. Judging by the run length of other ads I’ve seen on the site, they burn through that pretty quick.
The fact that I am paying to persuade people to come and look at something else I pay to make available is not lost on me. I always said I wouldn’t advertise for my work until I thought it was good enough for anyone to read it and like it. I held true to that.
I’ve written about talking on the phone to Sumana before, but now you can experience it vicariously yourself: her interview with Diana Abu-Jaber resembles my own conversations with her. Ms. Abu-Jaber is much quicker on her feet than I, of course–even the moment when she belatedly realizes that she and Sumana have met before is graceful. (Oh, spoilers!)
I would have said “priceless” for “graceful” there, but Mastercard has ruined that word forever. I wish they’d make that campaign die, but this is unlikely as long as I keep pouring money into them.
Sumana also has a brand-new permalink to her column, MC Masala. It is an excellent column!
In other Anacrusis-tangent news, I’m happy to report that Holly threw my gauntlet right back in my face and did, in fact, prove me wrong. I reprint her story-poem here, with her permission, to keep it from getting lost to the winds of LJ-feed comment rot:
The Burger King is fat with youth,
With adolescent pageantry,
With shining eyes revealing truth.He’s fifty-two; unagingly
He lounges over golden thrones
With adolescent pageantry.Unwrinkled cheeks, uncreaking bones;
But nothing sinster to dread.
He lounges over golden thrones.No bloody baths, no gingerbread.
He chargrills souls to golden brown
But nothing sinister to dread.Adorned with shining paper crown
His sceptre’s high; his forehead clear;
He chargrills souls to golden brownAnd swallows them with ginger beer.
The Burger King is fat with youth,
His sceptre’s high, his forehead clear
With shining eyes revealing truth.
I recently discovered Scott Thigpen’s Flickr stream, thanks to Grumpy Tim Coe pointing out his “Sad People in Disney World” set. I have thought Scott Thigpen and the things he draws were awesome since about 2000, so it’s neat to see the stuff he photographs.
Anyway, I thought Jon and Amanda would want to know that he recently captured the exotic Cheshire Pug.
God to align the God
“By the energy of the alcohol
the virgin Mary was made man.”
The Nicene Creed, babeljacked. Man, I don’t know whether it’s funny or a million stories waiting to happen. Or maybe just a stupid Dan Brown book.
Also, “babel-” totally needs to be a prefix in the Futurologian Congress. PS Dear Leonard: can the Eater of Meaning maybe do this someday?
AH HA HA HA HA Awesome.
Perhaps inevitably, Sumana has already gone Hollywood on us.
On a less happy note, I had been wondering for a while why almost all of Rebecca Borgstrom’s protagonists are brave children in great danger. I suppose her column today is an answer of sorts.
Now it can be told: Sumana has a column! A real one, in physical newspapers and on the interweb! This makes me very happy for her. You can read her first one today!