My Name is a Verb Now
There is a tendency for people to call me by my last name. I don’t know why this is. Furthermore, they have a tendency to shorten my name to Shonk, or Shonky. I hate this with a passion. What I don’t hate, though, is when my name gets turned into a verb, which has now happened twice. It came about this time around a flip-cup table, when two of my opponents started calling me Shonk, and after their defeat it was declared that they were shonked. Yeah. Back in Ohio it’s a little more lurid.
Good Halloween party, that. Chauffeur and I shonked the competition at flip-cup and beer pong. We went to the party as each other, which was a good laugh for the few people that were familiar with us. I donned a pair of fairy wings for part of the evening. At some point before I bedded down with a laundry bag as a pillow, next to a girl nicknamed Armyfuck, Chauffeur and I managed to switch back into our own clothes. Neither of us remembers how this happened. It’s the great mystery of the evening. The next morning we bailed a bit early and got breakfast at this great joint called Flo’s. Come’a the pancakes. Sometimes this place ain’t so bad. Then you come home like I did today to a parking ticket and an overdue fee on a book.
Soon, I promise, a writing post. You pick the topic: 1. On the muses, or 2. On how I write in two completely distinct voices depending upon whether it’s a short story or one of my novels. Pick the first one, please.
Hovering under 39k on AAM. Started writing a new short story tentatively titled “Anhedonia”.
Oh, hell, I didn’t tell you, did I? I was invited by the good folks at The Splinter Generation to read “My Wakeup” at Avenue 50 in LA. December 16th, 7-9PM. Mark your calendars. I’ve got a practice reading tomorrow in class. Wish me luck.
Aaand one last thing. 00:50-1:22 and 3:16-3:27 of this video. Killer.
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Voting for muses.
I believe your reading is on the night of one of my finals. Too bad, as I would have gone otherwise.
Ooo, have a friend record the reading! Video, or at least audio. Then share!
Killer indeed.
The real trick is to have your name used as an adverb. As in, he ran shonkly away from the flames.
First off: Muses.
Second: I refer to you as Cowboy, or as your last name because, well. There are way too many Erics in the world. At least in my social social. There’s: Cowboy, Atheist, Romero, Lawyer, and the “not-quite-a-human-because-he’s-an-immature-twat.” That one, I refer to as Eric.
He doesn’t even get a nickname.
Finally: If you return the book (if it’s the school library) and charm the librarian, most of the time, they’ll waive the fee.
Good to see you’re still kickin’ around.
PoF: Are finals really that important? Who has finals anymore? I don’t. Support your local displaced cowboy wannabe.
Kristan: Dunno if I’ve got anyone with equipment for it. Maybe the joint itself or Splinter will.
Clowncar: Fuck, you’re right. I’ll see what I can do.
Noel: I’ve only known two or three other Erics in my day. I wonder how you’ve come to know so many. The librarian I think wanted to waive the fee, but it was a reserve, so she told me to write a letter of appeal. Which I did. Haven’t gotten a response yet.
Neat, re: reading! I’m told my cousin’s readings are one of the main ‘draws’ of his work, or something. Probably just his accent, in America… but I imagine he’s pretty good too.
As I can’t make it, you’ll have to get a recording…!
WHAT THE… your reading is 4 small blocks away from MY HOUSE.
I’m bringing everyone I know and we’ll make a night of it, and you and I may be drinking together soon enough!
Lastly: I’m voting for “on the muses.”
Well, you know, that whole “passing my class” thing really brings my reading attendance to a full stop.
Besides, finals are what all the cool kids do these days. They’re quite hip.