Guten Abend, Gentle Reader. The last week or two have been absolute chaos, and I’m afraid the pre-scheduled posts that I was so proud of ran out before I had an opportunity to write some more. That’s actually what I’ve been doing today*, but I’ve been awfully distracted by this. This woman is hilarious and I love her, and possibly want to be her, but only in the not-wearing-someone’s-skin kind of way. Um.
I should clarify, because I found out last night that they made a musical out of Silence of the Lambs and yeah, it’s great. Terrible. NSFW. But it’s also not what I want to do to the lady who writes that blog. I just want to admire her.
It’s just possible that by writing this post she gets a free restraining order, and now I won’t be able to visit Philadelphia. If there are any NSA goblins reading this, I’m really quite harmless, I assure you. Alors.
While I’ve been at my mother’s (all this last week; before that I was at a friend’s wedding across the mountains in Cashmere, Wa – the home of Aplets and Cotlets! We’ll address that in the next post) she has agreed to purchase a ticket to Munich for me so that I can visit Ex-Husband. There were some developments that have led me to believe that it will be possible for me to subsist quite well – luxuriously, elegantly even – as an European Hobo. Clearly that is my dream job, and it may come to pass. I’ve been consumed by the amount of exciting research I’ve been doing to prove it possible, and it seems likely. So that. I think European Hobo is a promotion from Penniless Unpublished Author Who Needs To Finish At Least One Of His Damned Books Already, Well, One That He’ll Allow People To See, Anyway, although really it might be more of a sideways move.
Hey, look! Published now!
At any rate, it is absolutely necessary for me to immediately improve my French and to learn any German at all. I keep trying to learn the German, but I am awful at being my own task-master (I am far too lenient. I’m a terrible boss.) and the only thing that I seem able to retain is “Ich bin ein betrunken wütend geist,” which is really not the most useful phrase in the world, although I think it might result in free drinks, were I to say it to a bartender. I’m pretty sure.
Ich bin ein betrunken, wütend, geist! Rawwwr! Gin und Tonic Ficken, bitte, Scheiβkerl!
The drunk, angry ghost above has been brought to you in part by Google Translate.
I’m going to truncate this very rambly post, because apparently, I am in a very peculiar frame of mind just now. The kicker? I’m sober, but I feel as though I’ve been drinking today. The only clear solution is to have a glass of wine and see if that sobers me up. We shall see. As I said before, I am terrible at making myself do things, but I will say that I’ve been very strict regarding my daily writing exercise and my daily skin regimen (which I may do a blog post about as well, later; I want to write fifteen of the damned things because the next couple of weeks are rather busy).
Alright. I’m actually ending the post here. Cigarette and a glass of wine, and maybe I’ll be competent to write real posts for the next few weeks. Maybe.
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*That is to say, that is what I set out to do today, what I’m supposed to be doing today, but not, in fact, actually what I’ve been doing today.
UPDATE: So I’ve edited this post possibly sixty-six times since I first published it, maybe ten minutes ago, and while I was having the aforesaid cigarette and glass of wine, I came up with THE BEST JOKE. Ahem.
How do you make a drunk ghost angry?
By taking his drink away, asshole.
And in German:
Wie macht man ein Betrunkener Geist wütend?
Indem sein Getränk weg, Arschloch.
You’re welcome, everybody.
Whimsical Adventures of the Reverend Doctor 
In the last week, I’ve just stopped reading my email… there was too much.
But I finally read through the more recent comments on my post… and clicked through on the trackback… and now I am here.
I skipped the last half of your post just to hurry to look at the pictures in your sidebar. They are what? Sort of a steampunk, F. Scott Fitzgerald? Crossed with Justin Timberlake in drag?
Your about page does not answer any of my questions.
Victoria! I’m doing my best to not gush like a fanboy all over the place. I forced the ex-husband to read some of your posts, and he was all “you don’t need any more heroes like that.” By the way, do you know The Bloggess? I assume that you’re BFFs.
The second half of the post is the best part – there are ghosts, and poorly-translated German!
I think that you’ve accurately summed up my sense of style. If you’re just on the home page, rather than on a specific post, there are enough original photos to last about five posts. This is because I’m vain.
I’m thrilled to make your e-quaintance! Cheers.
Don’t worry. I totally discovered the extra photos.
I can’t decide if it’s better there is no explanation whatsoever… or if it’s a travesty.
p.s.- Obviously I know The Bloggess.
Also obviously, not in any way that would get me a tweet from her.
Victoria, I’ve updated the About page, if that helps at all, ma’am. Are you still an internet rockstar? I’ve been trying to do my part.
HOLYSHIT!!
Not only is the the
1) First occurance of the bellybuttonpenis ghost BUT
2) is also the famed Angry Drunking geist (in German) search term post AND ALSO
3) VEB LIKED AND COMMENTED on it!
I feel like I’m in the presence of fame, here. It makes me a tad giddy.
I KNOW! I was thrilled beyond words.
I peed my pants a little in my excitement. Gross, yes, but it’s a super impressive post, all around.
Wait – you’re past the post with FDR’s ghost, right? Ghost makes an appearance in that, but he’s transparent.
Oh. Oh, yes, you are right.
I think that’s how the whole bellybuttonpenis question came up, actually.
Haha! This is his first real post, though; I put photos back in some older posts without them.
You’re such a gentleman to make me feel less senile and dementia-ridden when it comes to my memory of where I have or have not seen the ghost in question.
I’m helping you see ghosts at all! I’m here to help. ❤
That IS helpful, what with my non-ghost-seeing record! You’re, like, the kindest … what would your title be in this case? Ghost whisperer is the person who talks to ghost…wrangler is still the person dealing with ghosts…and you’re dealing with the moron who is bereft of ghostly ways. OMG, I need to totally shut up now. I am not making any sense at all and it’s only 9pm. All I’ve had to drink is apple juice and water. This is pure patheticness on my part.
Perhaps I am the Ghostlesd-Person Whisperer. Don’t have ghosts? Don’t worry!
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