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The Unspeakable Horror of the Literary Life

Hot tub 3 - Censored

Censored because terrorists

 

(Photo by Frank Runyon) (He’s Hungarian too)

By skzb

I play the drum.

39 replies on “The Unspeakable Horror of the Literary Life”

My life is so very dull. While you frolic with books and tubs we sit here in bed watching Thin Man movies and eating chocolate ice cream.

I’m shocked and appalled because you didn’t censor out your own nipple. This will not stand, sir. That’s sexist!

mechaninja – I did the censoring (in MS Paint, because that’s how I roll). How dare you apply kyriarchist labels to my actions, sir!

Eeek! Reading hardcovers in the tub!

Then again, I guess you have plenty of extra copies.

P.

SKZB:

When surfing the web, I open of sets of pages in tabs, then click between them. I’m not always paying attention to which specific site I’m reading at a given time.

In this case, the order of events was:

1) Click tab.
2) Picture! Three people in a tub…
3) Wait, something’s familiar here…
4) Click picture to enlarge.
5) Hey, that person’s reading a Steven Brust book!
6) Wait, that OTHER person’s reading ANOTHER Steven Brust book! Holy…
7) Wait. That THIRD person is STEVEN BRUST!
8) Oh, this is his blog. I get it… :)

For a moment there, I thought you’d suddenly become so popular that random “person reading a book” photos were featuring YOUR books… :)

[That DOES look like quite the lifestyle you’ve got, going on there…]

For those angsting over the size of the tub I have just two words to say on this:

Hotel Gellert

My own reaction to this post can be summed up in but two words, if other esteemed commenters will permit me to join them in that endeavor: “again please?”

Jen: How about it happens again…in *Texas*? I even promise to keep the goats out of the hot-tub. :)

Yes! I’d hot tub with you as merrily as I’d verb a noun! I trust you to keep the goat situation as under control as necessary.

~laughs~ We shall verb nouns together, while consuming adult beverages in a hot tub in Texas.

Luckily, hot tubs count as “wild water”, and goats are terribly allergic to “wild water”. They melt. :D

I’ll never understand why a man surrounded by naked women could possibly be looking at a laptop.

David, I hesitate to say anything since this is often a touchy subject.

It seems very likely, from what you say, that you do not get as much sex as you want.

And Steven does.

Jenphalian, I did not intend that to be mean. It just seems likely.

A lot of men never get as much sex as they want.

The first time it happens is disorienting. Things that seemed like universals of human nature turn out to be contingencies. There’s a peculiar undescribable existential emptiness to it….

The Most Interesting Hungarian Man in the World:

“I don’t always take baths, but when I do…”

Implying that you sometimes shower, not that you don’t always clean yourself.

Fake!!! (Look at that glass next to Steven. There’s a bottle of Laphroaig and he’s drinking something clear.)

Gin & Tonic to be exact. Or, more precisely, alternating between that and whiskey. Life is hard, sometimes.

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