Tuesday, June 21, 2005
About Me
- Name: Aunt B
- Location: Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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WHERE TO DIRECT YOUR HATE MAIL AND LOVE LETTERS
ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BEER
THINGS I SAID RECENTLY
- Self Portrait
- The Most Awesome Cat
- Straight Men and Gay Women, Come to My Aid!
- Want to Read Something Gross?
- The Importance of Having a Good Name
- Small Reviews
- Important Question
- The Super Genius Uncovers A Great Truth
- Blue Monday
- Is It Just Me?
THE CAST OF CHARACTERS
Aunt B.--Your kind host.The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
5 Comments:
Wasn't the Butcher supposed to send me one of his art projects? The blue swirly one. I want to frame it, put it up in my house, and explain to all our yuppie friends that it's from an up and coming artist.
Yeah, let me tell you, you're about 30 days away from opening up a FedEx box and finding the Butcher stuffed in it. You can hang that "I just want to win the lottery and not work"-speaking fool up on your wall and call him art. I'll even pay you to spread peanut butter on his feet every once in a while and let the dog lick it off.
The visual image of butcher art is rather interesting. I see... I see... blood and gristle and little bits of bone. Lots of red and white. Of course, I'm just being narrow minded.
Pizza.
Not just any pizza, but Mellow Mushroom. I think the butcher would fit right in... y'know, like one of them pegs in them round holes. Like a pig in mud. Cool folks work there, and Abbe Kopra can most definitely get him a job.
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