About me: I Enjoy Writing Sometimes.
Another Roadside Attraction (1971)
Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (1976)
Still Life with Woodpecker (1980)
Jitterbug Perfume (1984)
Skinny Legs and All (1990)
Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas (1994)
Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates (2000)
Villa Incognito (2003)
Wild Ducks Flying Backward (2005)
Who I'd like to meet: When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on--series polygamy--until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.
If Chuck Palahniuk is a literary Steve Irwin, exploring the regions most will not venture, then Tom Robbins is Literature's Hubble Space Telescope, exploring regions most cannot venture . . . And if for no other reason than that, then here's a big rollicking thanks, brother!
You're seriously my favorite writer & your note about our CD was a huge thrill for me. We're in your neighborhood ... if you somehow made it, I promise not to ask for an autograph and beer on me.
At the risk of being obnoxious, we'd like to plug our tour: Fri, Sep 4 @ Andersons General Store - Anacortes, 7pm Sat, Sep 5 @ C&P Coffee, 7pm Sat, Sep 5 @ Piecora's, 10pm
You kissed me at a book signing at Scott's a few years back. That is still in my "precious things box." I savor your sentences, you have such a gift for putting words to my scrambled thoughts. I'm just dropping by to say hello and thank you.
As I hear... mister Tom Robbins has not had the best of movie experiences as of late. Why, as you know, Transformers 2 spoiled his pyramid loving schemes when it was confirmed, space dwelling pieces of metal with cybernetic souls created an inner El'Sol destroyer and covered it up with shitty stone (when compared to the high tech metal, used to actually concentrate a blast capable of destroying such a star)! So when Tommy boy found this out, he took it to heart. Destroying the sun would mean no moon loving bistanders left. The news left Thomas a piece of time ticking catastrophe clunck-a-monk,and some say... even left him kneeling near plymoth rock, for some reason unknown, questioning his own sexuality. People, do you see what the box office has done to an author? juuuuuuuust kiiiiddding.
Happy Birthday, Tom!! I slacked off this year, sorry. No rocks to drop, just a couple of BookCrossing books.
I hear tell you are now in possession of the baby RIZEZ rock, though. Made my little heating elements go pitter pat.
My 5 year old broke her leg last Wednesday and is in a cast from the bottom of her bum to her little piggie toes. She's too little for any of the smallest crutches we could find, so she's in an INVACARE wheelchair for 5 more weeks. Not sure if it's an Invacare 9000.
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