One of the things I want for Christmas is Bryan Appleyard
's book Aliens: Why They Are Here?
Being that I found Mr. Appleyard's blog quite accidentally and he's been kind enough to add me to his blogroll, I feel it is my duty to buy his books.
And I think it will be a mighty fine read as he writes for the big boys and I read him almost everyday.
He's a real writer.
Me, I'm a hack.
If I ever get to London again, I will be sure to stop by and have security throw me out of the The Sunday Times.
We live in a weird world and I don't want to be seen as a psycho.
Other things I want for Christmas include Sara
finishing her first book. I hope the dedication includes a special thanks to Cadillacs, the greatest dive in West Tennessee as we have lifted a few there and gotten to know each other. I want to see her name in print.
The last thing I want for Christmas is a small digital camera, as I do not have one through the newspaper, and I don't use their equipment to blog. As a matter of fact, there aren't enough cameras down there for the whole staff, so I get left out quite a bit.
My camera, a fine buy several years ago, is an antique as it uses 35 mm film.
have seen Gladys, my beloved mannequin that I found in a garbage can outside of Cain Sloan when it was closing downtown. Her eyes are made of glass.
She wears an antique Beaver top hat and the dogs bark at her and sits near the front door, freakin guests out.
dad was in the hospital, we would sneak her in and put Gladys in bed with him, scaring the hell out of the nurses. He loved it and so did we.
I really need to share Gladys with you.