- I'm going to leave the contest one post down open until Wednesday, so any of you early-week readers who are interested in entering can jump in.
- Funny thing from an annoying resume client the other day. The non-funny part is that she flipped out over the much-improved resume I wrote her and demanded a refund that she ended up getting. I have a blinding hatred for this sort of sociopathic behavior. Anyway, as part of her idiotic tantrum, she faxed us the resume I wrote and let us know she was "returning" it. Uhhh, okay, never mind that (A) she still had the paper she put through the fax machine, of course, and (B) I sent her the file as a Microsoft Word document. I truly hope she never uses the resume I wrote.
- Aaron's new-book reading in Denver was quite enjoyable. Small crowd, but that just made it more fun. I have this problem at gatherings, though--either I stay quiet and then I think people feel like I'm not having fun or I'm standoffish, neither of which is usually true (or the standoffish one is unintentional), or I talk and end up saying some innocuous little stupid thing that everyone else probably forgets within two minutes but that I agonize about for a week or more. Good times.
- I basically have a full schedule between now and April 12th, when I leave for St. Louis. I've been so busy that I didn't work on a new poem at all this past weekend, which actually feels kind of nice, though I can't keep that up for long.
- For what I'm pretty sure is the first time ever, I got all of my Final Four picks right in an NCAA Tournament Pool. Hurrah!
- Anyone can write poetry in the same way that anyone can perform heart surgery. Some will just make more of a bloody mess of it than others.
# posted by Steven D. Schroeder @ 7:03 PM
