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Posts tagged ‘awkward silence’

Quotes of the Day!

“I also told the students that, for the sake of humanity’s future, I hoped that they were all sterile.”

A Confederacy of Dunces, an Ignatius J. Reilly quote

“In fact we agreed we would stop using any form of birth control and let God decide how many children we would have.”

– From the Duggar family* website? I don’t know if this website is real or a joke – and that’s a bad sign when something you care about may accidentally be mistaken for a hoax or a prank. Is his name really Jim Bob? Call me close-minded, but I have a hard time taking that name seriously.

*They’re the folks with I think 19 kids. 19 kids. That’s sick.

Anyhow. On this weird message – have a good weekend everybody? (Go SMU, Go Army!)

Attn: Ellen (9/15/10)

Front

Back (apologies for my handwriting!)

As an FYI, the postcard is from the Witte Museum in San Antonio. It is from the Hertzberg Circus Collection.

The text of the postcard is:

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Dear Ellen,

My dream is to be a published author, and my sister’s advice is: ‘get on Ellen! She’s awesome!’

I listened to friends advice – and I’ve started a blog called GetBradStanleyPublished.com. The blog

is goofy and fun, and it’s got all kinds of oddball goodness.

I’m writing now because I’m finally taking my sister’s advice. I’m hoping to grab your (or more

likely an intern’s or bored security guard’s) attention and get you to check out my site.

Until the next begging postcard!

GetBradStanleyPublished.com

P.S. If you’re lucky the next postcard may even involve pleading and imploring. Oh boy!

Attn: Ellen (About)

It feels cheesy writing postcards asking/pleading/whatever-ing for help from a person I don’t know. Really it’s awkward asking a favor of anyone. But (and this is to console myself) – I’m sure people have helped me in the past without my asking for it, and people will again in the future. I enjoy being able to help people when I can (most of the time) and so … well, like I said … this paragraph is to console myself. Rambling makes me feel less like a cheese-ball?

(*Note – the stuff below is basically on the Page/Tab above in case you just want to check it out there.)

This idea has been in my head for a long while. I like the idea – so of course I was never happy with any approach I tried. But doing this has stayed on my to-do list and I finally decided to just go for it.

From day one of the blog a ‘joke’ I’ve had is the hope that an intern of Ellen’s will discover my blog, and convince Ellen to give it a chance. Then, because she’s super kind, she’ll give me a chance and introduce me to a literary agent (it worked for this 9 year old who’s more socially suave than I am, so why not for me?).

Anyhow – it’s a lovely thought to have that this will all work out in the end. And I can’t delude myself without feeding my delusions with new nonsense on the blog.