T 6206

She takes her socks off and he says, Someone needs a pedi, and she punches him and says, You’re one to talk, and he says, But men are visual.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged | Leave a comment

T 6205

I reached for the liquor cabinet. I don’t drink, she said. What would Han Solo do? I asked. And she grimaced and said, Maybe just this once.

Posted in Twisters | Leave a comment

T 62014

The city is dappled in sunshine. He bounds into the coffee shop and yells, My wife wears mini skirts! The bored looking barista says, Grande.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged | Leave a comment

T 6203

His clothing barely fit him. He seemed to be having some trouble breathing. I’m addicted to love, he yelled. The pharmacist called security.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged | Leave a comment

Sporty Spice and The Week that Was

I got all sporty this week. Kind of. First, the coach of the Montreal Alouettes was hired by the Chicago Bears and I was asked to comment on this by columnist Rex Huppke from the Chicago Tribune. Because, you know, I’m THE expert on football and coaching and Montreal. The world knows this, right? Unfortunately, my best line didn’t make the cut, but then again, it never does. It involved my son’s bass clarinet and Arcade Fire. It still makes me giggle. Because I’m like that. Earlier today, The Barnstormer published The Round Bus, a weekly panel discussion on the sports news of the day (um, well, the week) and we touched on a lot of topics because this was, quite frankly, a crazy week in sports. How crazy? Well, you need to read The Round Bus. Because it was crazy. Next week, I’m only going to talk about astrobiology. I mean, nothing happens in that field. Ever.

Posted in Blog | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Thing You Should Never Ask A Writer

Writers get asked a lot of questions. Successful writers get asked a lot more questions. Very successful writers get to charge people for asking questions. And amazingly successful writers don’t have to answer any questions at all.

All questions are valid, even dumb ones. Yes, there are stupid questions, and stupid people, and sometimes the smartest people in the room can do the stupidest things, so I’m not making a blanket statement, I’m just making a blanket sounding statement. But still, there is one thing you should never ask a writer. Not because it’s dumb, but because it’s irrelevant. This is an important distinction.

Don’t ever ask about a writer’s routine. It doesn’t matter. To you. It’s too specific to that one person. A routine, anyone’s routine, is about context and everyone’s context is different. This includes the time of day, the way they write, the technology they use, whether or not they can work with music in the background or not, whether they need to be alone or in a busy place. On and on. Whenever I get asked this question, I just say “It doesn’t matter” and I say it as sincerely as possible. I even smile.

The writer’s room is interesting and I can see why people want to read stories like this. It adds context. But it’s also irrelevant. I mean, do you want to wear a muscle shirt like this one while you write?

Really, the only question you should ask a writer is “Can I buy you a drink?” And if you do that, and perhaps ask it again, then maybe you can ask the writer all sorts of questions. Preferably not about writing.

Posted in Blog | Tagged , , , , | 2 Responses

T 6202

He can feel the sweat forming on his back. She says, Just try to loosen up a bit. He wants to please her. But he ends up pooping on her bed.

Posted in Twisters | Leave a comment

T 6201

I called my mom and said, I got a soul patch, and she said, But you can’t grow a beard, and then I got embarrassed and my mom started crying.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged | Leave a comment

T 6200

The vacation ends in pain. My head’s too small for my body, he says, lying in the sun while he peels off his skin. Get me a drink, she says.

Posted in Twisters | Leave a comment

T 6199

I got hungry and opened my fridge and found only beer. I called my girlfriend. I’m hungry, I told her. You repulse me, she said and hung up.

Posted in Twisters | Tagged | Leave a comment