What is your deal I'm serious what
by Joshua Green Allen
For years (like years) I thought that Todd Levin was an old-ish gay guy, because across the top of his site it always said “Olde Gay? Me Hey” and I read it as: Old? Gay? Me? Hey! (yes I am). And I read it on-and-off always in that mindset, and nothing I read ever seemed to contradict that interpretation.
Also, the first couple of weeks I was reading Josh Allen I thought he was black. I remember being kind of disappointed when I found out he was just another white man on the Internet.
Story of my life. Story of Todd’s life, too.
Rejected Twitter Post No. 420
Take one guess how the process server disguised as an underage Thai hooker surprised me with the subpoena.Pre-Twitter Twitters
I keep wanting to take stuff I wrote years ago and recycle it for Twitter but my crippling and self-important fear of repeating myself prevents me from doing so. Still though, sometimes I come across something and I’m all “dude just copy and paste that shit and get on with your life.” I.e., this nugget from The House of Wigs:
The lighting in Wal-Mart made me pick up elastic-band pocketless jeans and Legally Blonde and a racquetball racquet to beat my kids with.
How and where not to do The Fishstick
Mister Sandwich fails spectacularly at his own dance and in the process revolutionizes it!
The Fishstick makes me think of this part of Infinite Jest (which of course took me like a week to locate), talking about the hot dance craze called the Minimal Mambo:
“the dancers appearing to be just this side of standing still, the subtlest possible hints of fingers snapping under right-angled elbows”
Rejected Twitter Post No. 5551212
Someone stole the cockatiel right off my shoulder! I can’t catch them in these heels! Why oh why did I leave my blowgun in the Escalade?
I’m told the post on the left contains selections from my heartbreaking 1998 essay entitled Lick My Literary Ass, You Vile Fucks.
You’ve come a long way baby J/K you’re still doing the same old.
(via catbird)