The Things I Tweet It calls to me. I have papers to grade. But oh how…
It calls to me. I have papers to grade. But oh how it calls to me. http://t.co/OIYoybYR9X
It calls to me. I have papers to grade. But oh how it calls to me. http://t.co/OIYoybYR9X
Garfunkel and Oates. I mean, come on. So wonderful. This truly is the new golden age of television.
14 ukelele players rocking out to “Mr. Brightside.” Didn’t see that one coming.
Love this poster that @terrylkennedy made for the upcoming MONSTERS OF UNICORN reading on November 9. http://t.co/GOGnrUx49K
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Tony Earley at the Regulator tonight was a super-enjoyable reading. Go pick up MR. TALL, y’all.
My first reading from the chapbook is tomorrow! @IndyweekArts was kind to shout us out. http://t.co/3ssnmoKAbs
Preying mantis caught a small beetle on our deck and was chomping away. http://t.co/q2zXVzO325
Forgot how much fun it is, early in the semester, to return comments longer than the students’ papers. So much to say. #justlikedavematthews
I refuse to believe I’m the only one who hates the phrase “so as to.”
Holy crap, someone actually Kickstarted Monstercard. kickstarter.com/projects/white… @Folio_Ninja @ptisamovie @scronce
& then I was like my students are better than yours & you were like nah bro & I was like I’ll bet you a sandwich girl & then I won that bet
Hive mind: @heidiEwhite wants to know if panthers lick themselves.
Today is Bid Day, when the streets are filled with screaming t-shirt-clad throngs and I feel moved to vehicular manslaughter.
New favorite thing: someone signs up for mailing list, then sends unsubscribe notice telling you that emailing them is “probably illegal.”
Don’t trust your journal if your advisory board lists a writer who’s been dead for almost three years now.
Our bid to visit the Asheville Pinball Museum was foiled. We must return instead to Chai Pani. Oh, woe. http://t.co/dL8fba2fSZ
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Did the town council vote on that shrimp ramp yet? I think we need a shrimp ramp.
Friday night. Trying to make a poem. Is no good.
