Flarg.
My brain is stuck at Flarg at the moment.
Pete says to me earlier this evening, "You should write a one-act play about your blog, Conversations with Steve Perry, and maybe it'll turn into a book and a movie deal, like Julie and Julia..."
Blarp.
That is all. Can't think of anything more.
Ok, so that's NOT all, but my brain did exactly that. Flarg and Blarp.
So I said, "A one-act play? A ONE-SIDED, SILLY SOLILOQUY is more like it..." (Try saying THAT 5 times fast).
I think not.
I think if this thing ever gets THAT far out of control, into the chaos of book and movie deals, I'll be deleting the whole damned thing. This is NOT, I repeat, NOT something I want to happen. Ever.
Spielberg, I'll bite your face off if you come near me. Seriously. Get the flargin' blarp away from me.
I'm freakin' out even more because there are NOW over 7,000 views of this blog. GAAAAAAA!!!!
Hiding in a corner now. YOU!!! Yeah, YOU!! Kindly STEP AWAY FROM THE BLOG. Thank you.
We now return you to our regularly scheduled flarp-en-blarg.
---Rebecca
Ever wanted to talk to your favorite famous person, even if he or she is unavailable/unapproachable in real life, or dead and gone, or just not even possible to have a real conversation with? Who doesn't?! Well, so do I. So, I am going to chit-chat with the Main Man, my favorite singer in the entire world, Steve Perry, on this blog, just for the hell of it!! I'm a writer after all, so that's the kind of thing I like doing. Keeps me outta jail. *WINK*
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