40 lines tonight… well more than the 15 or 16 I usually crap out at during po-grind months. Plus, Andie MacDowell makes an appearance in tonight’s poem. You know it’s good when Andie MacDowell is in it.

Oh, wait, that’s not true.

Tomorrow, planning for Iron Scav 10 (why haven’t you formed a team yet?), writing poem #3 (or #34, depending on how you look at it), and nighttime goofing off with Bryan King. I’m motivated to read some more of David Allen’s Getting Things Done; I can see why there are cults around this book. I feel myself becoming a cultist. I’ll probably also begin re-reading In Our Time for bookshop. I did the unspeakable… I crossed over to fiction for a bookshop. But I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to discuss the book that has my favorite story in it. (Hilarious: there’s a SparkNotes page for “A Very Short Story,” which is almost as long as the story itself.)

Harry Potter books spawned cults, too. I wonder how many people were David Allen for Halloween?

Andie MacDowell was in Hudson Hawk. It was one of the few movies that was made better by her presence. (It’s this mack truck of awful which somehow veers across four lanes of suck, crashes through the median, and ends up on the really enjoyable side of the highway.) I wonder how many people were Andie MacDowell for Halloween?