Sorry haven't posted anything in a while. The basement flood is the gift that keeps on giving. I thought a box that got wet was full of books I wouldn't miss and what I didn't realize was that by doing nothing, I was creating a little mildew farm. The box turned out to contain the printouts of my collected correspondence, which was about a month's worth of work, which are fortunately not fatally damaged, a bunch of old checks which are, my college yearbook (I don't mind throwing that out; none of my friends were in my class and the only curiosity about the yearbook is that there were a jillion activities, none of which I participated in), and a notebook with some writing ideas. It had some notes about a wrestling/Iliad crossover which wasn't very popular, although I stilll like it, something about a story based on Jason Cherkis, which I can't read and don't remember, and the spec episode of "The Simpsons" I wrote with Alan Flyer at the Senate. That also is little loss-it's all amateurish set-em-up, knock-em-down comedy writing. Oh, and the leatherette folder my Associate of Arts diploma came in is ruined.
I've got a new project going which if you want to get in on it, you'd better leap, because it's not going too well. I decided to read the two books, Tristram Shandy and In Praise of Folly, I was tested on for my Master's at the U., and which I was too distracted by a crush at the time to read. (How did I pass the essay exams? Was I that good, or were the standards that low? It did make Roseanne Sullivan furious that I got the same score as she did. I finished in about half the allotted time, and when I turned in my books and left, she thought I was forfeiting. That would argue for the standards were just that low, I guess.) Anyway, I've started Shandy, and I was optimistic, given that I loved the movie, "A Cock and Bull Story" that was based on it, but the first ten pages left me exhausted and short-tempered. I'm so old now that I can't remember the beginning of a sentence by the time he ends it. But don't worry, I'm going to give it the old U try--I vow to read at least ten more pages.