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Kip posted at 4:49 PM
Argh! Internet... slow...
Kip posted at 4:44 PM
Salon.com Books | Cut the flapI joke with my friends who are English majors that they'll have to be writing these blurbs if things don't work out...
Kip posted at 4:41 PM
Salon.com Books | Cut the flapSomeone opened up my head a wrote down what I feel, all the time, in Borders or Barnes and Noble. Wow. Sometimes I joke with my friends who are English majors that they'll be stuck writing these blurbs if things don't work out for the best. :-)
Kip posted at 11:47 AM
Promises broken...So, we were supposed to do publicity for the improv group today at the school's central publicity spot. The rule is that you need to guard the Rock the entire day and then paint it at night. Then it stays up the next day... until someone else claims it. A nice, fair system. Rewards fanaticism.
And lo, there was a fanatic there today when I got there in the morning to guard. She has a tent made of blue tarp, a sleeping bag, her books. No shower, but from the looks of her dreads... I'm not sure if that's a problem. Anyway, I took one look and realized that this was no ordinary guarder who might have to ditch and let us claim the Rock... No, she'd go to the death. She's here all week, folks.
I've since made the decision to call things off, but I'm kinda depressed. Freshman year, we were those fanatics. We'd stay up, or get up early (5:00 AM) to guard the Rock, put up posters, etc. I guess I've just gotten old and weary.
I've got a new publicity idea anyway. :-)
