Don't Call It a Comeback! Friday, July 30, 2004

Come on, what's three or four weeks between friends? Besides, I made them productive ones, as Connie Mack used to say on the old WSJ television show. The game, also known as Secret Thing #1, is done done done. It's actually just off to the editor, and I know a thing or two about counting chickens at this stage of the process ("I think it's great, but can you rewrite the whole thing?"), but everything after this point will, with any luck, amount to fiddling. Title and theme to follow, as soon as my fabulous publisher puts up a page, most likely in a few months.

Which will be around the time Baby WTJ arrives. His mother is in the zone, and looks lovelier than ever. His father looks and acts like the same old schlump, but he's quietly happier than he's been in many years. Even when watching the bracingly frank videos in birthing class. Hear me, America: There is no good answer to the question, "Do you want to touch the head?"

Apparently there's also some sort of electoral contest going on. I'm taking a pass on the conventions. The disingenuousness of the other side gets on my nerves, as does the flat-out dopiness and intellectual poltroonery of my own. I'm allowed; I'm not a goddamn pundit. And besides, there's music to listen to.

@ 10:17:00 AM,

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