j.: i hadn’t thought of clam dip as that gross, but it seems to be the consensus. how about schmoozing while in a vat of clam dip?

britta coleman: thanks for the nice words.

you should really write about fish products warmed to room temperature. eating said aquatic creature it would probably feel like two semi-tractor trailers filled with vomitus drove into your stomach and collided.

In our area (Dallas/Fort Worth) a cement truck recently flipped over and smashed another car. Which is exactly what the area behind the eyeballs feels like with a sinus infection.

No comment on the clam dip. I don’t eat fishy products that have warmed to room temperature. Nothing funny about that.

Schmoozing = grosser than clam dip

the bugs made life hell. if we ever get them again, i’m gonna kill myself.

bloglily: you are more right about why writers drink than you can ever imagine. we’re shy, solitary creatures.

i also have good authority that wallace stevens he drank more than should be allowed when going out. of course he didn’t like getting together with other writers — he worked for an insurance company.

i didn’t know he got in a fight with papa. who is one cat i wouldn’t wanted to fight after i’d been drinking, and especially if he had been drinking.

keep telling me all of this and more in comments. yes, that’s what they’re for.

write procrastinator: excellent point. i had never thought that the clam dip might be there for passing out in, not for eating. otherwise, we’d just waste perfectly good dip with our faces.

bed bugs never really went away — our friend ddt almost wiped ‘em out, but after it was banned, the buggies came back with a vengeance. but i would wish them on the rotten old bastard murdoch.

tai: you have said in one short paragraph that which i have struggled to convey in page after page.

though “creative writing-industrial-complex” was my idea.

well put. clam dip is never an afterthought, however.

writtenwyrdd: i aim to please. if I can make your otherwise bad weeks tame, it makes me feel just a little better.

i think you’re on to something — i think we should hire people to hook us up with people we need to know. that way, we avoid all the awkwardness and death-inducing awfulness normally associated with networking.
yes, save the money on the mfa and conferences. spend it on hallucinatory drugs instead.

leigh: brilliant idea. use your existing writing friends to break the ice. it certainly beats the strategy of getting stinking drunk and passing out in the clam dip, as i usually do.

kate: you and i should start our own non-networking event, in which you have to take a shower before going. that will force us not to be as icky during the event, which means we would sully ourselves in schmoozing.