As you might expect, being a writer is a life of excitement. How much excitement? Not to brag, but I think this seven-second video will give you some indication of the kind of pandemonium that breaks out when I arrive for a book signing. This was the scene yesterday as I entered Cottage Grove, Ore.
Indeed, this is when you know you have finally arrived as a writer.
Who cares if no one else knows? I mean besides the crickets and the guy I asked for directions…
Ha! Very cute π
Thanks π But hey, there were a LOT of crickets. I’m just saying…
That was perfect, crickets and all. Congrats!
Thanks, Susie. Apparently, I have a very big fan base in the cricket demographic. Who knew?
And they braved the cold with their little tiny fur coats and their little tiny hats to come and see you!
Jimminy Crickets! I never thaought of it that way!
Well, well, well, I know a man with his name up in lights. They spelled your name right Ned but humour is spelled wrong. They forgot the second “u”. Funny, huh? I could see the very sign itself shaking from the pounding of the feet of the crowds. I was reading about this – apparently shortly after that video was taken, the sign was pushed over by the throngs demanding to see Ned and “NOW”. The cops thought they wanted to see Ned immediately but it turns out they were interested in an obscure but strongly followed series of columns on writing penned by the celebrity. Those writers can be a wild and crazy bunch. The cops were even further confused when the crowds began chanting “Ned take the Door! Ned Take the Door!” The cops thought something bad had happened and the crowds wanted Ned gone, but then someone explained to them that another column series concerned articles apparently posted on a real door somewhere and guarded by a troll-like editor wearing a witch’s hat. At this news, the cops threw up their hands in confusion and left. Cheering and jeering followed their backs as they fled.
Ha! Congrats Ned! Your name looks very comfortable up there in lights. no doubt the beginning of a long line of such appearances. You deserve it.
WOW! Clearly, Canada’s international news coverage is much better than it is here in the states. I mean, there wasn’t a single news story about thi anywhere. Not even on FOX News! Which would’ve been helpful for me, especially since it was apparently so overwhelming that I blacked out and forgot all of this. Thanks for setting me straight!
And thanks, my friend π
Yeah, you have to remember that for decades we collected all the info on American citzens for the NSA – so we have all the antennas, taps, computers and such to monitor everything inthe US. Now, with the new laws the NSA can directly monitor any citizen legally. That left us with all that hardware and no one to spy on, so we check out all the news in every little town as reported by everyone right down to the grandmas’ knitting circle, collate it and publish it. It keeps us busy. So anytime you want to know what your neighbor, two houses down had for desert last night, feel free to ask us – we have all that info free for the asking.
Thanks, Paul! I’ll be in touch if our Netflix ever goes out.
And your name is in lights! Congrats, Ned.
Thanks, Amy π And I swear it’s not CGI. Not even the crickets…
Wow! They booked a bunch of insects to sing for you! Now that’s first class, right there.
I KNOW! I tried rubbing my legs together in response but was almost arrested.
Authorities are far too sensitive these days.
Exactly! But I probably should’ve kept my pants on. I just thought my hairy legs would resonate better. I’ll know better next time.
I thought it said “zoo.” That works also.
I think that’s what they call a “captured audience.”
Soon you’ll have international fame!
Only if those crickets leave the country.
Well word has it crickets have been known to appear in other countries such as say…Canada. Also I’m from Canada so your fame is already on the move.
I kind of figured my arrival in Canada at some point would be accompanied by the sound of crickets.
Especially in the country.
And by that, you must mean ANY country, right?
Sure!
I hate it when crickets are all over me like that, staring at me, rubbing their back legs, asking for stuff … π
I know!
Wait, we’re still talking about crickets, right…?
Yeah … what are you talking about??? π
Yes, it’s probably best to play it that way…
At first I thought the clip forgot to play. Now I get it. Nada.
*crickets*
you’re going to need security.
Or an exterminator. I’m not sure which.
You can downplay it all you want, but you’re still kicking my ass, Ned… and that ain’t bad. For you, I mean.
To be honest, it’s the crickets I worry about most if this is the highlight of their Saturday.
Been there. My co-author and I found out firsthand why they didn’t call it a books signing, Ned. π Your names looks great in lights. We had a nifty cardboard sign.
I didn’t want to admit this, but I paid the crickets to be there.
I bet they were reasonable. They hardly had two legs to rub together. Ugh. That one didn’t quite work. I have to leave the humor to you, Ned.
*crickets* π
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OMG…what a great way to start my Saturday!
Crickets? You can’t even make this stuff up!
I think it pretty much says it all π