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American Werewriter In London

And they rejoiced. Throughout the Universe they rejoiced. And not because it was Neal R's birthday. No, not because of that. Although that is cause for rejoicing.

It really is.

Yes, it is.

No, the reason they did rejoice, you know, is because for Neal R. did resume unto his podcasts. That is the reason why.

In this brand new and very gloomy "fog-cast", direct from London, where "customer service" means always having to say you're sorry, Neal gives it straight on a screenwriter's life in The Britain:

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HERE

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or HERE:http://media.libsyn.com/media/rabbitandcrow/American_Werewriter_In_London.m4a

but not

HERE(highly suspect British 'link')

Planet Shuttleworth

Taking Down The Day

10 Things I Would Like For My Birthday

It's my birthday this month. Not today, no. But later on in November - later this week, in fact - is when most English-speaking countries celebrate the birth of Neal Romanek.

Often there are festivals.

In case you plan on getting me presents this year - and I can't see why you wouldn't, but only you know how your mind works - here are 10 Presents I Would Like For My Birthday ... please:

1.) peace
2.) health
3.) victory over my enemies
4.) a new iPod - since my old one, upon hearing English pop music a short time after arriving in this country, committed spontaneous suicide (you know - "contact Apple Support" URL + frowning Mac face)
5.) a job where I get paid upwards of £100,000/year to make things up
6.) did I mention victory over my enemies?
7.)peace
8.) a Palermo pizza
9.) forgiveness of my terrible transgressions against man and beast
10.)Age of Empires III for Mac OSX

Walpoling

Yes, we've been Walpoling again.

All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray - and the sky is gray. And Janet and I went for a walk and I did not begin to pray, but I did see about 25 crows gathered about in a flock, waiting to dine on our tender Yankee flesh.

Walpole Park is a mile away from us, or less, and features a wide variety of faunas and florae.

Hey, and looking out the window now, I see two dark-furred cats, facing off on the corner of a backyard fence. There is tail wagging. There is silent scowling. They are like lithe and furry sumo wrestlers preparing for the explosive battle that will last only a second or two, but will decide all....

...now both cats have begun staring into the yard next door. CAts have good reflexes, you know, but sometimes their focus drifts.

Lots of animals in the London.

Anyway, back to Walpole Park. They have cats in Walpole Park too, you know. And dogs. People walk their dogs there. They don't walk their cats. Cats don't like to be walked. But we have walked our cat, Cheop, sometimes. He doesn't mind being walked. But he's a strange cat. We're not even sure he is a cat actually. We use a pink collar and leash. He probably doesn't care about the color, but we use it anyway in the hope that it will humiliate him.

At Walpole park there is an enjoyable little series of pens which feature locally rescued animals - among these, an owl, some ducks and geese, a pheasant or two, and two foxes. These are not American foxes, no. No, these are swanging English foxes.

Another fox came into our backyard the other day. It had mange. Foxes are subject to mange, you know. I learned that today from a plaque at Walpole Park.

One of those dark-furred cats is still sitting on the fence. I'm wondering if it isn't a fake cat. One of those scare-cats.

If you go to Walpole Park, you can feed many ducks. Also, pigeons will shit on you.

We gave a squirrel a few peanuts and afterward he followed us as if he couldn't believe we had the gall to stop feeding him. He looked really hurt and loitered around quite a while - to give us a chance to apologize, I guess.

Very entitled squirrel.

In the London they have pigeons the size of ducks.

T'Canidew Omuch