My Cousin Thinks I'm a Loser Ah...and I used to be cool apparently. Well, I thought I was in his eyes, but somewhere, I must have fallen flat on my ass in front of him. Sure, we talk, but we don't really talk. We (he?) try and outwit each other with dry comments. A sport I thoroughly enjoy, but get annoyed by also. I'm tired of

Emerson: "So what's been new with you Vic? Written anything lately?"

: Oh, nothing much, just world domination, and the next copy of (...noteable well written book...Ah) ...the bible! Ugg gug gug gug gug aye..." (yes, that was a stupid popye laugh, just for the sake of onomatopeia)

Emerson: "Well...(and I always have a question, everyone knows this) bla -bul blah-bl bleh?"

Vic: (awkward martyr "no one understands me, Oh MY God" look) Uh, I don't think you'd understand.

We have tons in common, namely the writing thing, but do you think I could keep one conversation with him from degenerating into:

Emerson: "So...yeah...how about our local sports team?"

Vic: (obsessed with sports, everyone knows it) "I dunno, I hear the olympics are going pretty well-what with Lederhosen man and all...but yeah...yep (I don't know what to say to you oh unsavvy cousin of mine)."

I am finally uncool with the youngsters, and I'm not even a highschool english teacher yet.

In other news...and more related to my previous post: Fenton was a smash hit at the writers club the other day. I hadn't read his latest short story beforehand, which I felt like a huge shlub for, but actually enjoyed more having it read aloud than reading it alone. I felt like I should have commented more because I was his friend, but I think everyone gushed enough. And it was so good. It was hilariously humourous, but though it was combatted, I think it was still sort of dark comedy somewhat (edged with light), which is something that I've always wondered how to do. I don't do dark comedy well. It's either morbidly awful serious and unfunny, or campy as hell. I should try harder. And I'm talking about me, and not him...goodjob ego-girl!

There was this eery moment that night, an eery moment that I think only I noticed because I'm stupid for noticing things like that...but there was this story that a girl read aloud. Most of it was dialogue, but the character development in this girl's dialogue was amazing. However, at one point, there is a little run down of her main male protagonist's character (details that pop up through the lively conversation between a girl and her best friend (the guy)). So I'm listening and as the details of the character get processed in my mind, I was shocked to realize that it was Fenton. Not directly, obviously, but the experiences of the male character seemed so incredibly relevant (or like they could be) to Fenton's past relationship experiences that it was completely bizarre.

The rest of the night was fun sci-fi times. I enjoyed the sci-fi, and it was amusing how the writer (also the guy who was reading it aloud) wrote little risque bits, but was very shy in them, really. It was funny, because I've written some pretty overtly sexual stuff. Not like smut, but not afraid of addressing sexual things I guess.

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