May 2
Note from a fan
Sometimes people who saw me on This American Life write me little notes, hellos and what-not. The latest, however, is extra spectacular…
“I had a dream you died and Ira announced on the show.”
Apparently, he’s going to write a poem about it. So, there’s that to look forward to, that and Ira Glass announcing my death on the radio. I hope he says something nice.
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You blogged about me! I’m flattered.
You also have this to look forward to: me tracking down this little dreamer and beating the living crap out of him.
Jeff: Just don’t kill him and make him some kind of prophetic martyr, if he ends up being right. I mean, I doubt I rate the radio mention, but I’m guaranteed to die at some point. So, he has a 50/50 shot at this thing.
I think Mike H. is weird. I wouldn’t want the important stories you tell the world to go away. I debuted a section of your story to my Race and Ethnicities class and they found it depressing which pissed me off because they didn’t even attempt to look past your disability to see who you were as a person. This in turn means they never tried to understand me either and decided to hold me to the cliche as well. Shallow consumerists.
Chike: Which story?
The one Ira did for TAL season 2.
I’m with Jeff.
Chike: Well, the happy part is at the end, and we know how nicely I fucked that up.
Mike I had the same thing happen to me except I wasn’t dating either of them. With the first girl I missed my window of opportunity to have a good relationship with her now I never get to see her but we are best friends. With the other girl I got worried I might be getting replaced by some sweet talking a-hole and that messed my friendship up with the second girl who now no longer talks to me. This proves fucking up can happen to anyone. If we fight for it we can fix it. But in my case fixing my second friend situation is like the cubs getting to the playoffs or russell t. davies giving us a doctor who special on the time war.
In my dreams you can walk. You are very tall and thin – and you move like the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz.
Ugh. I don’t want to know what strangers who saw me on the street / in an interview / at a public speaking event of mine / etc. dream about me…ever.
Sorry Mike. I guess the clueless are always with us.
On a happier note, do you know when your piece is being published in Wierd Tales?