dyslexia is funny.
My brother (explaining his new bedding. clearly, we were very bored): its kind of qutrory ... is that odd
Me: "qutrory" = Not a word. so that entire sentence doesn't make sense
Him: hmm um like those pants with the lines on them
Me: trying to sound it out. but can't
Me: pinstriped? seersucker?
Him: no quater plus roy
Me: oh my god that was sad. I'm saving this conversation just for that
Me: HAHAHA. I just read it again Your learning disability is one of the funniest things about you.
copy-righting: now with more rhinestones!
This is the first in what I’d like to be a semi-regularly occurring thing, at least until I quit my job. I do a lot of things. Currently, writing, singing and improv comedy are topping my list of extras. But the thing I actually get paid for is copywriting. I work at the corporate office for a large retail store in New York City. I won’t name names, because while I think my job is...
playing it fast and loose.
I’m a deadbeat dad when it comes to blogs. I create one, do the first post and then completely abandon the concept. I don’t even call it once a year on its birthday. So fuck it. This is my first post, and instead of trying to keep the whole thing part of a coherent theme (which is where I think I’m going wrong. It doesn’t need a through line…I AM the through line),...