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This is me, on film, reading a piece I wrote for the Art Garden back in 1990 (The reading is from this last November); YouTube tells me it's been up a month, but I swear, it only showed up on my subscription page tonight.
This was also the piece I was asked to read for the Art Garden's 20th Anniversary, btw. So it's a favorite with some, but it makes me cringe, because I cannot read it aloud without laughing, and every time I laugh, I hear my mother chiding me -- it's rude to laugh at your own jokes (though I think it's fair to say that in this particular case, it's Mother Nature's joke, rather than mine).
Anyway, it's entitled "Why I did not go see Arachnophobia":
Behind a cut, because I don't want to trigger anyone who actually has Arachnophobia.
( seriously, if you have a spider phobia, DO NOT CLICK; trigger warning for extensive, detailed discussion of spiders. )
( The Words )
This was also the piece I was asked to read for the Art Garden's 20th Anniversary, btw. So it's a favorite with some, but it makes me cringe, because I cannot read it aloud without laughing, and every time I laugh, I hear my mother chiding me -- it's rude to laugh at your own jokes (though I think it's fair to say that in this particular case, it's Mother Nature's joke, rather than mine).
Anyway, it's entitled "Why I did not go see Arachnophobia":
Behind a cut, because I don't want to trigger anyone who actually has Arachnophobia.
( seriously, if you have a spider phobia, DO NOT CLICK; trigger warning for extensive, detailed discussion of spiders. )
( The Words )
