Naked and Famous
"Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be like me
I'm naked"
- Presidents of the United States of America
Compared to the last few years, the last few months have been fairly quiet and, God forbid, normal in regards to the Queen. No stalkers in single engine planes. No crazy people. Nothing. Kenny comes to work, things get finished in record time, and everyone is happy.
I was beginning to suspect that something was horribly wrong, but I can now rest assured that the Queen's influence spreads like a pandemic illness. Even the streets of NYC are not free from her calling.
Over the weekend I was interviewed by a freelance writer/journalist in NY for a book on real estate and home renovations. While I'm flattered (bewildered) that they'd want to talk to me, I'm not too torqued up about the whole thing for the moment. I can only assume that, at best, my fifteen minutes of fame may not even make it to print. Even a raving megalomaniac like me is cognizant of the fact that I was probably not the only person interviewed for the book. Likening a DIY project to involuntary sodomy may not be to everyone's taste. Sorry, just kidding. Sort of. Not that renovation isn't like involuntary sodomy (because it is), but I didn't actually say that in the interview. Instead, I did my impression of Alan Greenspan. Wow, you know that was a crowd pleaser.
The book should come out sometime around the end of the year. When it does, I'll let everyone know if the Queen is famous or not. In the meantime, we'll just have to settle for naked.
Everybody wants to be like me
I'm naked"
- Presidents of the United States of America
Compared to the last few years, the last few months have been fairly quiet and, God forbid, normal in regards to the Queen. No stalkers in single engine planes. No crazy people. Nothing. Kenny comes to work, things get finished in record time, and everyone is happy.
I was beginning to suspect that something was horribly wrong, but I can now rest assured that the Queen's influence spreads like a pandemic illness. Even the streets of NYC are not free from her calling.
Over the weekend I was interviewed by a freelance writer/journalist in NY for a book on real estate and home renovations. While I'm flattered (bewildered) that they'd want to talk to me, I'm not too torqued up about the whole thing for the moment. I can only assume that, at best, my fifteen minutes of fame may not even make it to print. Even a raving megalomaniac like me is cognizant of the fact that I was probably not the only person interviewed for the book. Likening a DIY project to involuntary sodomy may not be to everyone's taste. Sorry, just kidding. Sort of. Not that renovation isn't like involuntary sodomy (because it is), but I didn't actually say that in the interview. Instead, I did my impression of Alan Greenspan. Wow, you know that was a crowd pleaser.
The book should come out sometime around the end of the year. When it does, I'll let everyone know if the Queen is famous or not. In the meantime, we'll just have to settle for naked.
posted by John | 3:42 AM
1 Comments:
Exciting! We got interviewed for a newspaper story last year, but our house wasn't fancy enough. They wanted mansions. Oh well.
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