My Gchats Are Funnier Than Tao Lin’s, Part Deux

July 12, 2011

ID:  stupid question: the siberian wasteland

is a tundra right?
as in, am i using that word correctly?

IS:  I think it might be *the tundra
i’m not sure though

ID:  yes yes

IS:  I think you’d say The siberian wasteland is tundra
ID:  or

IS:  in that context you would say *the
I’m sure
or *the wasteland that is the Siberian tundra

ID:  yep
so i’m right
i’m right
let’s just leave it at that

IS:  you r right
Will and Kate plus 8
what do you think?
ID:  like
they’ll have 8 babies?!?!
IS:  maybe
and then a TLC show

IS:  so what’s this email all about?

ID: Here it is
Thanks again for letting me attend the fantastic event on Saturday –– the cheesesteak I ate afterward was made tolerable because I was still on a bit of a high from hearing Charles speak!  Anyway, as I said (and as I wrote to Dan earlier this –– my –– morning) I will begin, if it’s okay, pitching this to a bunch of mainstream media.  I think it’s about as close to a sure thing as they come, though we live in a strange world, and publishing as a microcosm is in almost complete chaos, so perhaps it will fizzle, but it’s absolutely worth a shot.  As for me, I may look like Alice in Wonderland, but I’ve hunted pythons in the Everglades, so I think the Siberian tundra will be no match for me :).
Fondly,
ID
ID:  long story
that i can’t do justice to right now
but it involves maybe me participating in a motorcycle race across siberia
IS:  oh wow
I wish I could make that my status
I’m writing a movie in my head about it as I type
a countercultural “Eat Pray Love” if you will
ID:  ahhahaha
exactly
instead of luxuriating myself into a new me
i’ll just beat the living shit out of myself
IS:  I just laughed out loud

 

Prophetic Message from my Work Computer, or Dostoevsky, or God?

July 12, 2011

I’ve never used the “stickie” program in my life (I use real post-its, usually) but I accidentally hit the symbol on the dashboard (wow, I do NOT know computer terminology at ALL, it’s pretty embarrassing) and three stickies popped up.  Two were boring scheduling things, and one just had this quote on it:

“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

Oh and by the way…

July 11, 2011

my name is Kleary Oats.

You Learn Something New

July 7, 2011

I’m writing a review of a (soon to be released) book about fonts and typography and have just learned of the existence of the “interrobang,” described and explain by writer Simon Garfield as such:

“The Interrobang is not a font –– just a single character.  Yet it is so powerful a symbol, and such a flawed and original concept, that it deserves a place alongside the most adventurous typographic innovations of the last century.  It is an exclamation mark and a question mark combined, a ligature looping the curve of the interrogation with the downward force of the expletive (which compositors and printers have traditionally called a bang.).  When they meld, they need only one round point at their base.

“The Interrobang has its roots in 1960s advertising.  The New York ad executive Martin Spekter was looking for a way to express astonishment and disliked the clumsy combination of ?! when he wanted to say things like ‘How much?!?!’ and ‘You’re not serious?!’  But when he expressed his frustration in a type magazine he only had the idea for it, not the name.  Readers suggested the Exclamaquest and the QuizDing, before the Interrobang was chosen.”

I would continue on with the explanation of the Interrobang’s lack of success, but I don’t know how to actually type it into this post.

As Garfield calls it, "the Esperanto of fonts."

Tiny House Thursday

June 30, 2011

We publish a visionary author/architect/artist here named Les Walker, who wrote a book (basically just for me) about tiny houses.  In the spirit of rejoicing over what is small, here is a tiny house just for you!

Wee!

Old Poem

June 26, 2011

I found this (cut and pasted, literally, not e-) in a stained notebook of mine from college (upon Googleing, see it’s by one Etheridge Knight.)  Damn, this is good shit.

Feeling Fucked Up

Lord she’s gone done and left me done packed/ up and split

and i with no way to make her

come back and everywhere the world is bare

bright bone white     crystal sand glistens

dope death dead dying and jiving drove

her away made her take her laughter and her smiles

and her softness and her midnight sighs —

 

Fuck Coltrane and music and clouds drifting in the sky

fuck the seas and trees and the sky and birds

and alligators and all the animals that roam the earth

fuck marx and maxo fuck fidel and nkrumah and democracy and communism fuck smack and pot

and red ripe tomatoes fuck joseph fuck mary fuck

god jesus and all the disciples fuck fanon nixon

and malcolm fuck the revolution fuck freedom

the whole mothafucking thing

all i want now is my woman back

so my soul can sing

MAKE ID A ZOMBIE!

June 24, 2011

For realsies, this is no joke!

I have explained numerous times, verbally and in writing, my opportunity to be a zombie extra in the upcoming film produced by Brad Pitt’s production company today, so I’ll just copy and paste my plea for moolah from one of the two sources to which I applied.  Well, first, here is my email to the casting agent, whose name I was given by a friend of my boss’:

Dear Ms. M,

I am the New York assistant to PM, the head of —– Press and —– Press in London, which is publishing MB’s upcoming collection of stories.  EV of the EV agency suggested we contact you regarding positions as extras in the currently filming (I believe?) WORLD WAR Z.  Both PM and I would be ecstatic to be able to take part in such an exciting event, and would be more than happy to get to Glasgow to do so.  (He travels to England once a month usually, and will be in Scotland on holiday for probably two weeks this August.)
As background, PM, as a professional and well-established publisher of about fifty years now, is very at home in front of a camera, maybe 6 feet or so, 75 years old, and has a full head of white hair and an impish grin.  I am 27, look to be about 14, about 5 feet tall with blond hair and fairly big brown eyes.  As a child I had delusions of Broadway stardom and even auditioned at 10 years old for Les Miz (though it goes without saying I did not get the part) though I am not at all a glory hog and would be pleased as punch to be one of 1,000 undead.
Pictures available upon request.
Thank you for your attention, in advance,
Sincerely,
ID

And her response:

Dear ID,

Thank you for your email about being part of our Glasgow crowd on World War Z.  It would be a pleasure to be able to welcome you and PM along on the shoot!

We will be filming in Central Glasgow from 19th August until the end of the month and we will be able to fit in with whatever dates work best for you. Whilst keeping an eye on continuity and making sure you get a good spot and don’t end up at the back.

Please could you send pictures and if you are able your measurements in inches.
For you: Dress size, bust, waist, hips and shoe
And for Peter: Head size, collar, chest, waist, Inside leg and shoe.

When your pictures arrive I will show them to costume and see if we can let you have a costume brief as you may have clothes in your wardrobe that would suit or we may buy some things specifically for you.

This is my number to call if you have any questions at all in the meantime.

Speak soon,

Kind regards

CM

And here is my application to start a page on Kickstarter to raise funds for my $1,000 (give or take) plane ticket to Glasgow.  There was a word count so I couldn’t get quite as cheeky as I wanted to (shame!) but it has all the relevant info.

Category

Art

Funding Goal

$1,000 – $5,000

Project Description

It’s kind of a long story, but basically I work for this well-known and sort of nutso publisher who happens to be friends with this Londoner named Ed who made a gazillion dollars (give or take) representing rock stars when they made book deals for their autobiographies and is a pretty cool dude, and he now represents this author named Max Brooks, who writes about zombies, the undead, et al (very big these days.) Max’s next book will be published by my maniac boss, and Max’s last book, WORLD WAR Z, is being made into a movie by Brad Pitt’s production co. They are hiring 1000 extras to play zombies in Glasgow, and the casting agent said I could be an extra, so I’m trying to raise money to get there. That’s the nutshell version.

Project Rewards

Well, I don’t think I could offer a reward based on the movie, as I will be just a lowly extra and can’t get, like, tickets to the premiere or anything (for myself, let alone anyone else) BUT I am a writer and I am in the midst of writing what will be a fantastic and hilarious memoir about my former job working for a dying true crime writer (think TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE if Morrie were a wannabe Mafioso instead of a benevolent teacher-type.) Tony Danza features prominently in the plot. Anyway, for anyone who contributes to this fund, I plan to offer them a) a spot as an extra in the film version of that book (which obvi will happen, because come on: little blond WASPy amanuensis, dying irascible egomaniac, Tony Danza –– as himself –– playing his ukulele, hang out sesh-es with men in the WPP –– it’s just a given) and b) an autographed copy of that book and c) a personalized love letter from yours truly, which, if you have read this proposal carefully, you know will be rather spectacular.

Links

Hm. I don’t have anything really up right now because I just got the email from the casting director this morning, but I’ll put some shtuff on my blog, which is https://itinerantdaughter.wordpress.com. Stay tuned. And I don’t know if I can stick this piece of info in there anywhere, but I only need about $1000 for the plane ticket, according to orbitz.com, but I put myself in the $1,000 – $5,000 bracket even though I need the bottom end. I’ll figure out accommodations on my own. Kisses!

Aaaaaaaaaaand I’m pretty sure they’re going to reject it because it’s not arty enough or something, but I say if my ex-boyfriend can fund his stop-motion clay animation film about “a shy, neurotic wolf (Faye) who develops a mysterious itch on her thigh as she tries to befriend a group of extroverted, freewheeling bunnies”, then I can try to fund this.

Of course you’re welcome to donate on your own and not through any sort of quasi-charitable channel.  Just email me at itinerantdaughterandson@gmail.com and I’ll tell you where to send your cold, hard cash.

Discofuck

June 23, 2011

I emerged from my office to find I had received 26 text messages in the hour I had been concentrating so heavily, and my first though was, “Jesus, I’m not THAT popular (though of course I am very popular.)”  The following is the transcription of a “Disco” conversation –– a new service that offers group chat via text –– that occurred Monday afternoon.  I have no idea how many people were invited or participated or… anything about what went on:

Text at 6:54 PM: Disco is a group texting service.  Standard SMS rates may apply or chat for FREE w/ our app – http://disco.com/da  More info?  Text *help  To quit?  Text *leave

Text at 6:54 PM: Hi Itinerant Daughter, it’s YDN.  Welcome to Disco!  I just added you to “Text messages.”  Reply to join our chat or text *who for roster.

Text at 6:55 PM: YDN added you to “Text messages.”

Text at 6:55 PM: JS: Interesting

Text at 6:56 PM: SL: Who/what is this?

Text at 6:56 PM: SL: Remove me

Text at 6:56 PM: JA: Do not text me

Text at 6:56 PM: AL: Wat is this

Text at 6:57 PM: AS: Who?

Text at 6:57 PM: MH: Not sure I liek this mass txt group chat!  It aint the disco that’s for sure

Text at 6:57 PM: AS: hm that didn’t work, trying to get the roster

Text at 6:58 PM: SL: What this is — remove me.

Text at 6:58 PM: AL: How do i stop this

Text at 6:58 PM: JA: Pls remove me thanks

Text at 6:59 PM: JS: Wtf is going on?

Text at 6:59 PM: Eric: everyone stfu

Text at 6:59 PM: AZ: Hey y’all WTF is this

Text at 7:00 PM: AZ: Google takeover what what

Text at 7:00 PM: AL: Idk

Text at 7:00 PM: Looks like you’re not there.  To save you trouble, we’ve muted the group.  Reply to start receiving texts again.  To leave, text *leave!

Text at 7:00 PM: CF: What is this

Text at 7:02 PM: AL: Everyone just dont txt

Text at 7:17 PM: Looks like you’re not there.  To save you trouble, we’ve muted the group.  Reply to start receiving texts again.  To leave, text *leave!

Text at 7:17 PM: Dad: Shalom everyone

Text at 7:43 PM: ID: *LEAVE

Text at 7:42 PM: You left the group.  Text *create to start a new group.  eg ‘*create work buddies’.

Text at 10:21 PM: CF, AO, HS and 49 others joined the group today.  To see the member list, text *who.

Text at 10:27 PM: EC: Please remove me

Text at 10:29 PM: JS: Clearly no one has the power to remove anyone.  The only way to stop this is for everyone to stop replying.  Hopefully this will be the last one.

Text at 10:35 PM: CF: Here this guy should.  Steve jobs twitter account “Applejobs” maybe Yale can set up a spam on him next time…

Text at 11:59 PM: B: Leave

Text at 10:20 AM: JL left.  To see the member list, text *who.

Twitter?

June 21, 2011

My brother IS and I just realized we may still have an active Twitter?!  Total followers: three.  They include: some guy named Andy, a group… that I forget the name of, and IS (on another account.)  We’re confused.  My bro just tweeted at me/us a very accurate approximation of our:

12:32 PST 20JUN2011 @Itinerantdaughterandson: sitting in an office
12:32 PST 21JUN2011 @Itinerantdaughterandson: sitting in an office
12:32 PST 22JUN2011 @Itinerantdaughterandson: sitting in an office
12:32 PST 23JUN2011 @Itinerantdaughterandson: sitting in an office
12:32 PST 24JUN2011 @Itinerantdaughterandson: sitting in an office

Guilty Pleasure

June 16, 2011

When people in front of you neglect to take their receipts after using the ATM and you can check their bank balance.  Guy in front of me the other day has $17,052.26 in his checking account.  Fucking asshole.

Remind me to tell you later about the humanitarian organization I plan to start that will take money from those blatantly undeserving of such gratuitous wealth (see: PerezHilton.com’s post which features a spread of photos from Kate Hudson’s palatial California home) and give it to regular good ole folk (i.e. me.)