Poor, lonely Mickey Kaus. Blowing Looking after goats must be such a solitary existence. For one thing, goats don't offer much in the way of resistance conversation. And navigating the dating scene must be pretty tricky--I mean, how would one go about taking a four-legged clothing-chewer to a chamber music concert, for example? And dinner afterwards would probably be nightmare: imagine all the head-butting over who gets to choose the wine, whether or not to order appetizers, and Jesus, the salad course...
As a writer, I can certainly identify with the solitary lifestyle, Mr. Kaus. Know what gets me through the late night hours when I'm all alone, when it's just me, the laptop, and the business end of a novella? Music. I find there is a song to suit just about every moody wail; a sonata, a concerto, a symphony or a nocturne to go with every sad emission.
So next time you're up late, just you and the business end of a, you know, click on this cheerful little clip and sing along.
All better, right? I thought so.
[Atrios started this. Melissa keeps it going. And Uggabugga further illustrates Mickey's awkward romantic predicament.]
So, are we ready to let this, ah, blow over? Why, no. No we are not.
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As a writer, I can certainly identify with the solitary lifestyle, Mr. Kaus. Know what gets me through the late night hours when I'm all alone, when it's just me, the laptop, and the business end of a novella? Music. I find there is a song to suit just about every moody wail; a sonata, a concerto, a symphony or a nocturne to go with every sad emission.
So next time you're up late, just you and the business end of a, you know, click on this cheerful little clip and sing along.
All better, right? I thought so.
[Atrios started this. Melissa keeps it going. And Uggabugga further illustrates Mickey's awkward romantic predicament.]
So, are we ready to let this, ah, blow over? Why, no. No we are not.
Also at litbrit.
