My friend Mike who used to work at the library wrote this description of me. I told him I was soooo undeserving of such a description, and he insisted I was and told me to shaddup. My comments are in [ ]. This made me happy, and I just thought Id share:
Holly's hard to peg down. Try this: Take the savvy, kooky wit of Lucille Ball and the ingenious creativity of actress and journalist Lee Miller. [I look like Lee Miller, too, but my breasts are bigger.]
Gently stir in the comic grace, timing and outright charm of Carol Burnett. Sprinkle in the gracious warmth of Diana Spencer. Toss in a dash of Carmen Miranda, a squirt of Dorothy Parker, and a brace of Bella Abzug. Shake like mad. [ I shake like mad whenever possible. ] Pour it into a body like Mia Hamm's [with bigger breasts] and Voila! What you serve up is something kinda close to Holly. Hard to believe? Sure it is.
"Holly's got the warmest, most radiant smile you can imagine. Really. And she gives the biggest and best she's got to everybody who walks up to that desk. And if she's ever rumpled, it's by design. She's yanked and twisted Pratt's dress code so many times it has permanent stretch marks. She's worn everything from judo pants, a Japanese "happi" coat, and
Chinese slippers (with her hair bunned up with chopsticks, no less), to an angel's white gown, complete with wings, a halo, and pearly socks with little downy feather thingies ringing her ankles. [He forgot to mention the rainbow fishnets and checkerboard tights.] And she never points. She
explains, no matter how many times it takes, precisely where the library's guests need to go to fulfill their every aching desire. Holly radiates patience and compassion, even when she's fed-up, exhausted and frustrated." [Yeah, I try not to lose my shit in public.]
Holly's hard to peg down. Try this: Take the savvy, kooky wit of Lucille Ball and the ingenious creativity of actress and journalist Lee Miller. [I look like Lee Miller, too, but my breasts are bigger.]
Gently stir in the comic grace, timing and outright charm of Carol Burnett. Sprinkle in the gracious warmth of Diana Spencer. Toss in a dash of Carmen Miranda, a squirt of Dorothy Parker, and a brace of Bella Abzug. Shake like mad. [ I shake like mad whenever possible. ] Pour it into a body like Mia Hamm's [with bigger breasts] and Voila! What you serve up is something kinda close to Holly. Hard to believe? Sure it is.
"Holly's got the warmest, most radiant smile you can imagine. Really. And she gives the biggest and best she's got to everybody who walks up to that desk. And if she's ever rumpled, it's by design. She's yanked and twisted Pratt's dress code so many times it has permanent stretch marks. She's worn everything from judo pants, a Japanese "happi" coat, and
Chinese slippers (with her hair bunned up with chopsticks, no less), to an angel's white gown, complete with wings, a halo, and pearly socks with little downy feather thingies ringing her ankles. [He forgot to mention the rainbow fishnets and checkerboard tights.] And she never points. She
explains, no matter how many times it takes, precisely where the library's guests need to go to fulfill their every aching desire. Holly radiates patience and compassion, even when she's fed-up, exhausted and frustrated." [Yeah, I try not to lose my shit in public.]
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o2bnlove:
Confederacy of Dunces is one of the few books I have read that has made me laugh until I wept. ColdLithium, my dear, you have outstanding taste in literature.
jumpsteady:
Did you get anything neat at the horror convention?