My current emotional state is approaching ecstatic delirium. The root cause of all this happiness is simple: Magic in Dogtown will have cover artwork. Not only will it have cover artwork, but the person designing the cover happens to be one of my favorite people on the planet.
I'll undoubtedly dedicate an entire post about her later on, but here are some facts:
-Yes, she has done prior professional work. I checked it out the other week. It was amazing.
-If the miraculous occurs and the book is published, my desire is to have her artwork featured in the final print.
-She is an intriguing character herself and one of the most fascinating people I know. If I write about her in a later post, people reading the descriptions will probably doubt her existence and therefore my sanity.
-Regarding the fact above: yes, she is actually real.
I'll talk about the artwork more later on as it develops.
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Yesterday I went to a housewarming party wearing a T-shirt my cousin bought me that depicts a fictional construction company called "Steel Erection." Other details about the company are equally lewd. Later into the night it aroused discussion.
Girl: I can't stop staring at your shirt. "Steel Erection"? That's gotta be fake.
Me: No, it's real. My family's in construction.
Girl: But it's obviously referring to a penis.
Me: (feigns dumb) What are you talking about?
Girl: That can't be an actual company. It's a joke about an erection.
Me: (looks down at picture on T-shirt showing a very phallic-looking crane) If you think penises are composed of steel, then I pity you.
The host of the party has a tendency to tear off his clothes, run around, and generally wreak havoc when excited. I thought it wise to escape a bit early to avoid this situation, but Tropical Storm Danny decided to unleash on me on the way home. It saddens me to report that my steel erection T-shirt did not hold up well in the monsoon.
Stay dry,
Corey
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When reading through this, I thought that "Tropical Storm Danny" was the host of the party and he ruined your shirt somehow on the way home.
ReplyDeleteHAHAHA. Nah the host's tear-off-clothes-and-run-around tendencies are only self-afflicted as far as I know. That would make for a better story, though.
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