Pay No Attention to the Blogger Behind the Curtain
These last 12 hours have been among the worst in my life. Last night, our new car died for good while we were 6 miles from home and I haven't the money to fix it with my major bills due in less than 2 weeks. This obviously puts a crimp on our job search and we may be looking at taking cabs to the store again. Even my black clouds have silver linings made of cheap tinfoil.
Then today, while my laptop was working (it's gotten some kind of a virus that slows things to a standstill), I got two form rejection letters from two different agencies for two different novels, queries sent so many months ago I'd forgotten about it.
Adding to this angst and pressure is a crisis in my sexual identity that I'm having and before you ask, No, it's not a typical midlife crisis that can be satisfied with a sports car and gold bling. It's a lot more complicated than that.
Just getting internet access requires walking into a cafe and buying overpriced coffee we can't afford to justify using the wifi. So I'm going to be hanging it up for a while and won't be posting much until I can get all this shit sorted out. I think it's important to once a while part the curtains and show the human side of the guy who runs Pottersville. You also deserve an explanation as to why I'm not posting anymore considering all the Paypal donations I've gotten over the last 16 months. But it's a struggle to come up with quality material to post every day especially when we lost our internet access at home (Comcast quoted us $60 a month just for internet). I just can't do it any more until something breaks and when something has to give, it's always going to be blogging.
posted by jurassicpork @ Thursday, August 19, 2010
7 comments
7 Comments:
Good Luck to You. I may be able to Paypal a small amount when things get straight here also. Been to the Pawn shop today.
Boy, oh Boy! I come back to your site periodically. I hate to tell you, bro', but you complain about your personal life more than just about any blogger out there.
What are you, 9 years old?
You have my deepest sympathy. (This was the new car you just bought? Any chance of getting your money refunded short of lawsuit?)
Pork, no sexual identity crisis or even midlife crisis can be cured by a sports car. Believe me, the only thing that works is a motorcycle. And not those two-wheeled garden tractors we call HELOC-Davidsons. And, God Help Us, not a "metric cruiser"!
Now as far as your sexual identity crisis goes, didn't your desire to join the SEALS tell you anything?
This is the last time I will tell you: Move to the West Coast, where everybody is just like you, buy a decent bike, (like a Honda CX-650 with a milk-crate bungied to the seat), and happiness will come knocking at your door.
I also get the rather alarming and unpleasant impression that you are not smoking enough weed. Why risk you health like that? Remember, leave no turn unstoned!
Sorry to hear about the car. I figgered that a thousand-dollar car would be as bad as the one in the Bottle Rockets' song.
Sorry about your life in general, too. You're old enough to remember the Lil' Abner comic strip, which I used to read before I realized the fascist undertones it had. There was a character named Joe Btfsplk who used to walk around with a rain cloud spitting lightning bolts above his head. Bad stuff was always befalling him. That's you.
actually Mildred, iwastoldtherewouldbebacon.blogspot.com complains more.
and, anonymous, isn't that "tern" ?
Good Luck JP, see ya on the flip side.
jo6pac
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