Why I want to meet James Earl Jones
I wanna ask him to read the phone book to see if he can make it sound interesting.
I wanna ask him to read the phone book to see if he can make it sound interesting.
Temple Grandin’s one of my heroes. I met her shortly before I moved away from Colorado, at the Boulder Public Library where they screened a biographical film about her.
I didn’t talk to her long, mainly because I didn’t have much to say. I’m not really a great conversationalist.
The last time I saw Plank, he smiled at me. I was compelled to hug him, but then he gave me splinters.
The last time I saw her, she started throwing golden apples at my head. Actually, she does that a lot. I’ve gotten used to it, I think.
I wanna see if she can talk my ears off. I wanna take her to my favorite book store here in Austin and then maybe I’ll drag her to the natural history museum at UT where they’ve got things that look like PICKLED FISH because I know she’d love that.
Ganesha’s been my friend for several years now. He’s the god of writers so I keep in touch with him. Sometitmes, I sit around talking to the Ganesha icon I keep on my desk but at least it’s better than talking to myself.
I’ve met him many times. All I have to do is open my book and my mind. He’s always there. I guess it’s just because I’m crazy.
I wish I knew why I think this guy is top of cool. Oh well. Locating Friendship 7 in the Smithsonian museum is how I finally convinced myself to go there. I’m so weird.