B-r-i-l-l-i-a-n-t

Yesterday, a really great friend of mine was commenting about this blog. She said something along the lines of "You're a really great writer - your blog is so funny!" Now, her opinion was more than likely tainted by the 5 or so Mango Margaritas we had been consuming, but still. Another friend told me that once too - that I should write a column or something.

That kinda cracks me up. When someone says "your blogs are so funny", I can't help but think "You have GOT to be kidding me!" This blog is like my random stream of consciousness - and sometime unconsciousness - that I just throw out there. Most times it is the result of not getting to talk to enough grown-ups. Many times it makes no sense at all. The run-on sentence is my friend! So I'm amazed that some people actually find this crap entertaining!

And then if someone says "You are such a good writer!", I can almost hear Dr. Terry Prewitt groan all the way from UWF. Dr Prewitt was my advisor at UWF. Dr. Prewitt is brilliant. This is for many reasons, but he is legendary amongst Anthroplogosts for somehow getting funding to study things like the "Culture of Strip Clubs" and the "Social and Linguistic Aspects of Pub Culture". (No - I am dead serious about that shit. The guy is b-r-i-l-l-i-a-n-t.) Anyway, in my two years or so under Dr. Prewitt's wing, I received possibly hundreds of papers back from him, all so covered with red ink that you would have thought he performed some sort of animal sacrifice on them. "Too passive." "Passive." "Passive, passive, passive!" he would write. Again. And again. (It should be noted that my other advisor and mentor, the esteemed Dr. Micklovich, also gave me his fair share of red ink, usually writing more of the same. Dr. Mick is also b-r-i-l-l-i-a-n-t, mainly for being the COOLEST history instructor in the world, and for having the cohones to head to the Middle East with a bunch of rowdy college kids. While there, he managed to drink more than we did, and get more action too. The man is a Legend, capital "L".)

So passive, passive, passive is my writing style. (Or, put another way, "I write passively." or "I write with a passive style.")I still go back and change my damned past-tenses to present tense, all because of those two. I seriously doubt that either of them would find me to be a "great writer", unless they thought my friend Tre was ghost writing for me. Tre was my partner in crime in Prewitt's 8:00 am Linguistics class. If I remember correctly, he carried my slack ass through that class by wowing Dr. P with a biblical translation done completely in Vulcan. True story.

So - if you think I'm funny and a great writer, then hold that thought. One day I'm going to self publish all this stuff, and I'm going to expect YOU to pre-order, and to buy one for all of your friends. (Or, put another way: "one day I will self publish, and I will expect you to pre-order...")

Now if only I could come up with a really GREAT idea for a book...something like, oh, I dunno, "Tequila! A Natural and Cultural History." (Sent to me yesterday by yet another Legend, my girl Della, aka Buwana.) See the crap that Anthropologists get to come up with? B-r-i-l-l-i-a-n-t.