"Fuck you, you sloppy nobody!"

We got to see David Sedaris read last night. Good stuff.

That title is a direct quote from one of the stories he read.

It's funny. I expected him to be a lot more nervous than he was. He misread a few things at first, half slapping his forehead as he corrected himself, and it endeared me to him even more.

Between readings he would just talk. It was weird to see him just chat off the cuff--like a real person--as opposed to some disembodied voice over the radio.

Afterwards he took a few questions from the audience. The first guy stood up and asked him about Amy, and I felt embarrassed for him (the question asker, not Mr. Sedaris). You've got one of the greatest nonfiction writers of our time right in front of you, and you ask about his fucking sister? Pisshaw! Pisshaw indeed.

I feel really lucky that the smallish city I live in actually got someone like David Sedaris to speak at a local venue. Bloomington-Normal isn't exactly known as a "hotbed of culture" much as the local hoity toities would like everyone to think.

I loved that the reading was liberally sprinkled with curse words too. That'll show 'em.

Purty Shit

I got the coolest hairclip at Sugar Creek Arts Festival yesterday.

They didn't have anything with bacon on it (yet, but I did request it). However, I did pick up this rockin' bowling pin hairclip.

Methinks I'll be shopping from her a bit more in the days to come.