tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488191966351130111.post2845720743311844984..comments2024-03-25T20:57:39.730-05:00Comments on Smack Dab in the Middle: The final frontierHolly Schindlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16742207239654178917noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488191966351130111.post-91780373128946061042011-06-25T10:50:14.741-05:002011-06-25T10:50:14.741-05:00Holly: I used to have a much larger collection of ...Holly: I used to have a much larger collection of muses. When I needed more space, I had to vanquish the ones who didn't speak to me as much any more. After the Purge, the other muses snapped to.<br /><br />Catherine: Zort!Brian Farreyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13752212248460652888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488191966351130111.post-64705378136270618362011-06-25T10:43:42.412-05:002011-06-25T10:43:42.412-05:00I probably should have mentioned that one of his d...I probably should have mentioned that one of his dogs was named Pinky and the other was named Brian. I did not know you yet, so you can't sue me (I think).Catherine Ryan Hydehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03843894836502394024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488191966351130111.post-81012019195401671832011-06-25T10:41:22.936-05:002011-06-25T10:41:22.936-05:00I have to share this with you, Brian. Been meanin...I have to share this with you, Brian. Been meaning to. This is a brief excerpt from an as-yet-unpublished novel. The main character is a US teen, and the secondary character is Rwandan. I wrote this a couple of years ago, before I knew there was any such thing as you.<br /><br />“Why do you name the little dog ‘Pinky’?” he asked. “He is not pink.”<br /> “No,” I said. “I guess he’s not, huh? I named him after a character in a cartoon.”<br /> “Cartoon?” he asked. It was hard to tell, by the way he asked it, if he knew the word or not.<br /> “Yeah. There was this cartoon character named Pinky.”<br /> “And he was a little dog?”<br /> “No, he was a mouse. He was a laboratory mouse. And he shared a cage with this other mouse named Brain, who was really smart. And Brain was obsessed with taking over the world. And in this one episode, Brain disguised himself as a human and went on a game show to try to win money so he could take over the world. And the host kept calling him Brian. It was really funny.”<br /> A long silence.<br /> “So, this cartoon mouse, he was pink?”<br /> “Um. No. Not really. He was white.” <br /> “Okay, Steven. This is good to know. Now I know to never ask you any question like that, ever again, at any time.”<br /> “I guess you had to be there,” I said.Catherine Ryan Hydehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03843894836502394024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488191966351130111.post-74756141533709620182011-06-25T10:03:57.693-05:002011-06-25T10:03:57.693-05:00Love this...I totally agree with you on the too-op...Love this...I totally agree with you on the too-optimal conditions...(When things are too perfect, I seem to find MORE distractions...) I'm also an antique store / flea market junkie, which means my office is brimming with weird tchotchkes...one of my faves is the old guitar string display on my wall...Holly Schindlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16742207239654178917noreply@blogger.com