Saturday, February 21, 2009
The Owl and the Pussycat
There is a line out of the old movie, The Owl and the Pussycat,where the "pussycat" says to the failed writer, "You're meeting your turtles.", presumably that the Hare is stalled and the turtles are so fast they are getting into accidents, everything to them, at least, seeming to happen so suddenly.
They had outrun the hare.
Well, of late, I'm meeting my turtles.
Every amateur hack and blog artist is getting something into print, while I seem to rest on my laurels as a Google-llisted novelist....published recently by Google, and how can you brag about that? Everybody is published by Google. Go look.
So it was with a touch of envy that I noticed that Chucker Canuck had his Montreal blog highlighted in the New York Times. yestereday. He'd written something brilliant about our somewhat oily Official Opposition leader Michael Ignatieff, saying the "Iggy" was an akle kisser of President Obama during their recent meeting, a kind of lap dog.
There was Chucker Canuck in the New York Times, and over here, I can barely make The East Jesus Armpit.
Ah, but wait. Wait.
Under Chucker Canuck's blog there is a comment by me on that blog. Hell, two comments, one saying that Mr. Ignatieff looks like a Wall Streeet banker, and it's a wonder that Mr. Obama didn't wince. A little crude, cowardly, I suppose, but effective. I had no idea that in the reflected light of Chucker Canuck's succes I would be there in the New York Times too, at least in Chucker's comment space which was included in the Times' link.
Chucker makes the New York times, and we ankle kissers along with him.
Sweet Jesus. I just had a piece rejected by The Newmarket ERA.
This can not stand. Do they not realize that I am god? Are they blind, lazy or just stupid?
Well, no god. Just a devil in Chucker's blog.
I'll take it. I'll take it!