Just finished.
Fantastic.
As requested by too many people: making the last post rebloggable
birdartpoetry asked: Mister Gaiman, you’re kickass. I was just wondering, what do you think is the best way to seduce a writer? I figured your answer would be pretty spectacular.
In my experience, writers tend to be really good at the inside of their own heads and imaginary people, and a lot less good at the stuff going on outside, which means that quite often if you flirt with us we will completely fail to notice, leaving everybody involved slightly uncomfortable and more than slightly unlaid.
So I would suggest that any attempted seduction of a writer would probably go a great deal easier for all parties if you sent them a cheerful note saying “YOU ARE INVITED TO A SEDUCTION: Please come to dinner on Friday Night. Wear the kind of clothes you would like to be seduced in.”
And alcohol may help, too. Or kissing. Many writers figure out that they’re being seduced or flirted with if someone is actually kissing them.
Neil Gaiman is one of the most amazing people.
If you disagree you can throw all your seduction invitations in a wood chipper.
My friend’s reading Infinite Jest on a Kindle Fire (she has back problems so she HAS to do it that way) and I tried it out, it’s actually pretty nice.
Hooray, someone reading IJ!
The kindle fire is swell. It was a christmas gift. (Atheist getting christmas gifts? That’s almost as bizarre as christians adopting practices from germanic paganism!) I got a bunch of free books on there. Currently reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Yong Man by JJ on it. I believe my book club may read Ulysses next (which is also free on the fire). Hooray books, hooray nocost, hooray JJ.
Two of my friends have overflowing bookcases in their rooms that I have been jealous of since I discovered that reading is badass
But then I tried to put all my books on the shelves next to my bed and I feel better.
I haven’t read all of them but most. There are a few religious texts in there, Buddhist and apocrypha regarding Mary Magdalene. Some of them were for classes but turned out to be pretty badass, even the ones from high school.
Drink 3 cups of coffee and then try to read David Foster Wallace
I must be a masochist
A jittery, caffeinated masochist
We decided to start a book club after graduation
This is the first book we’re reading
I’m pumped.
I’ll let you know how it goes
Dear every non-atheist that sees this,
Do not follow my blog.
If you follow my blog you should unfollow now.
Do not interact with me via other web sites or applications or services or synonyms to these words.
Do not procreate.
Do not try to teach others your ideals.
Do not jerk off. A woman might accidentally use a used tissue to clean her vagina and unknowingly impregnate herself with the seed of an unworthy individual.
Do not complain about this post in my ask box.
Do not continue using tumblr.
Do not write fanmail to tony danza or pat robertson.
Do not eat kugel, you don’t deserve it.
Love Connor
