to quote the brooding prince of denmark

words. words. words.

a couple of friends have questioned my use of a certain expletive in the piece i wrote from the perspective of my appendix. i probably could have given some explanation before posting it but decided to let it stand as it was, especially since i had given the context in my previous post. i spent the beginning of the summer, when i wasn't taking the OWP, watching seasons five and six of The Sopranos, which is why my appendix ended up in the mob. i took the prompt as an opportunity to practice writing in a voice that wasn't my own, so i tried to have my appendix speak like a mobster. and it wasn't like my appendix was even using it in a derogatory way - he's impressed with the work the heart is doing. he didn't call the heart a "m-f" but said he was pumping away like one. big difference.

i do my best to not use "potty" language in my ordinary interaction with people and agree, nine times out of ten there are better ways to express yourself than the lazy use of expletives. but for this piece, for this character, i thought it worked. obviously, it's ruffled a few feathers. so to those of you shocked by what you read and expecting better of me: shut the fuck up.

(and in case there's any doubt: i'm trying to be funny, people. do not take this personally. and don't make me explain why it's funny).

spent most of the school day yesterday wondering if i would have to go to the doctor's office or the hospital - had been experiencing some pain in my abdomen, so called the doctor in the morning to find out if i needed to have it checked out. guess it was nothing because i didn't get a call until i was on the way home from school telling me just to keep an eye on it. so, given a clean bill of health, i went out last night with the carpool gang from OWP to The Pub over in rookwood. we had a great time catching up and promised to do it again soon, which is fine by me. haven't laughed like that in a great while. and i discovered i LOVE their goat cheese dip. who knew?

thursday night was parent/teacher conferences and unlike many of my other friends, i had a pretty light load - only four conferences. so i was wandering around and wandered into lori's room to discover her husband and child were there (i would use the child's name, but right now, i've completely forgotten it. tyler? taylor? i know, i know, i'm a horrible friend). the little one looked at me strangely when i said hey and then went back to playing with the keyboard, pounding away and ignoring me. i chatted with them for a while and then went back to get some stuff done in my room. lori found me later and said that after i left, her child looked around and said, "thurman gone." pretty impressive for a child just over a year and a half, especially since this was the first time he'd ever met me. made me smile.

heading out in a 20 minutes to see 3:10 to Yuma. not sure what to expect. heard some good stuff about it, but i'm a little trepidatious as it's a western and i tend to not like them. but the cast looks good so here's hoping. more later, perhaps.
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